...that would be me. I feel so slothful today - not just because I didn't get up until about 9 a.m., but because I have absolutely no desire to do anything. I hate when I get into this funk because it takes me forever to get out of it. I kind of miss Mark being around, because he would have eventually made sure I was up -- even though he wasn't so keen on being an early riser either.
So, it's the last weekend before Christmas. I still have to shop for one gift, and it's for someone I've never even met. Cross your fingers that I do all right.
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