Somehow managed to sleep for about ten hours, don't feel great, but certainly feel different. Unknown workers are moving around in my basement, a wave of heat from the industrial strength dehumidifiers is making the house a bit uncomfortable, should probably get out of it as soon as possible. Apparently the fair is offering some sort of llama obstacle event at two, somewhat appealing.

Wondering how many times I'll see or hear the phrase 'died doing what he loved' this week.

Peretz is halfway beneath a couch, twitching his tail occassionally. He wants his basement back.