It’s noon on Saturday and I’ve been sleeping on and off since 8:00 last night. I’m on my second round of the Dayquil / Nyquil cycle. It’s the only thing that soothes my throat and helps me breath. I don’t feel too loopy, but Jef and I have been having conversations like this:

J: I was Ben Franklin in a school play. Had a little bald cap, glasses.
K: I was a racoon.
J: Somehow that’s appropriate
K: We should buy Pop Tarts
J: …