I Think It’s You Instead
We’ve begun the final days of the Tour de France and the second half of July. At our house, we’ve finally turned on the air conditioners in the evenings, to help us sleep and let our cats regain that all-important third dimension. Me, I stayed home today with a bit of back trouble. It was the strangest thing, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open and quickly quit trying. The most strenuous thing I did was to simmer stock. I’d love to say I’m feeling 100% up to snuff, but I’m not and snuff is stinky anyhow. A little more sleep will fix me right up.