The Tale of the Laplandish Deposit Slip

I just removed a bewruful quiche (wilted spinach, onion and sausage) from the oven and am now letting it cool while waiting for L and M to come back from the mall, where they’re picking out a birthday present for one of M’s classmates who has a party tomorrow.

I know today deserves a post to itself, what with the preposterousness in the afternoon, but it isn’t getting one tonight.  I’ve been sleeping very badly lately.  Between prostate trouble and sinus trouble, I’m up about every ninety minutes at night, wake up tired, stagger through work somehow, and come home exhausted every day.  There’s no spare energy left at the moment.

Maybe tomorrow I can gather the strength to write something.

Political sloganeering is only a liverwurst screwdriver.  Fnord.