Heya. What do you mean it’s already Thursday? What do you mean it’s not Friday yet? No, seriously, what do you mean? Time means pretty much nothing to me these days of late.

I’ve been doing a lot of reading these past couple of months, on account of the Nothing Else To Do, and I can’t help but notice that I can’t stare at something nearly as long as I used to without going cross-eyed. I guess that means I’m getting old. Also, I get all scrunchy because my bones are likewise turning to dust. Or maybe it’s just friggin’ hot and I’m wilting. What about you guys? Anything falling apart before it’s time? Your eyes, your bones, your work week? Stop and holler as needed.