It’s only noon and I’m already tuckered out. I don’t know why. Arthritis? Too much nooze? Erratic weather? Or some combination of the above?
How do I shake it off? The sun is out today. Maybe I should go outside, have a cigar, and enjoy a harmless book that won’t make me wonder if the author’s crazy. Maybe if I do that I’ll have the oomph needed to get back to work.
Well, I’m sitting here and the clock’s ticking… Out, I say! Out!