Shockingly cold outside, not shocking enough, still want to be sleeping. Workweek ahead a nebulous blob in my head, no idea about Thanksgiving plans, no idea about much of anything. Typing skills have degenerated seriously, ick.

Need to get my oil changed some time, seems overwhelming.

Thinking about predicate logic, multilingual puns while walking around with P, also met with cute miniature dachshund, on the prowl for Stinkdachse, compared notes with P on his own quest for Stinktier, had a bit of an argument about proper classification, ended up agreeing there was a need for further study, when will they learn?

Constant low level headache's been keeping me away from my Jean Paul book, frustrating.