I'm sleepy. It's a good afternoon to be sleepy. The clouds are thick, the sun is dim and the air is heavy. My work is tedius today: entering books into the computer. It's a good job, but one that involves making tiny motions over and over again and not thinking too hard.
The beginnings of a song have started in my head. I'll look into that a little further.
Odd badness all this week. Work has been my escape.