I feel like I can’t get going today.

OK, I slept like crap, had strange nightmares and then a bit of stupidity at work first thing, but it feels like I can’t get into gear. Even my normal walking pace feels slow.

On the plus side, there’s nothing too onerous going on this weekend, so if I need some puttering-and-decompression time, I’ll probably get it. Woo? You betcha.

Tonight, The Low Men play show at the Yucca Taproom, which should be fun, and you should totally come, not least because Calin-the-new-guitar-guy is really freaking good and you probably haven’t heard him yet. Tomorrow my plan is to finally put pictures into all the frames I got for my birthday^[1], and get them up on the living room walls. Sunday I start cleaning for Thanksgiving.

I’m off to see if more caffeine helps. Come back tomorrow & see if I just gave up & slipped into a coma.

[1] you can’t rush these things.