Ah, indolence.

I am tired enough that I just awoke to find this text window full of slash marks (showing where my right ring finger tried to think for me when I clocked out for a little). Now those are gone, and so will I be, in moments.

I would have bought the flowers myself, from the man who sells zinnias downtown, but that was around the time I was baking pies and getting ready to make chili. Instead, there were no flowers--how does one delegate zinnias?--but no one at the party seemed to mind.