Too tired to come up with a title

Or a post, probably.

Sleeping in a hot apartment after you've spent a week sleeping in a cool basement? Not easy. Even though there weren't any Max interludes.

Do you suppose anyone would mind if I just curled up under the desk for a while?

Yeah, I know. I can't expect to be paid for having a nap, even if it would be more productive than I'm likely to be this afternoon.

Ah well.

Today's pointless photo, by the way, is of a bug. I don't know what kind of bug. Can't say I'm all that desperate to find out, either.

Ah well.

Oh, sorry. I said that already.




I suppose that means back to work -- or more accurately, "work" -- for me, then.







Ok.