sweaty and slow

[redbird]

I seem to have shut down as soon as cattitude went out this afternoon. I'd had vague thoughts of writing and/or contemplation, being actually alone for the first time in several days (airports and subways don't count for this purpose).

So I dug out the envelope Randy Byers sent me ages ago, and have read two issues of Joie de Vivre and concluded that Floss and Chunga call for more brain than I currently have (they're thicker, at the least, even if not more difficult on a page-by-page basis).

Edit: Lacking anything creative, I decided to be useful, and have done some dishes.