I have the dumb.
It’s been bought on by a combination of late nights and bad sleep, both through circumstances I can’t control (I’m a Mum, remember?).
I shall be working on tomorrow’s entry in the rare moments when cognisance presents itself. Slowly, so I don’t hurt my wrist. And possibly fuelled by an endless stream of caramel mochachinos.
Then again, given how weirdly poetic I get on sleep dep, I could possibly come up with something brilliant. Maybe.
Until tomorrow, bargle blargle bleh and muuurrrrrrrrrgh….