On the brighter side, two X/S stories this morning. Two! Both short and sweet in their way. One dark-sweet, one light-sweet: dark chocolate, milk chocolate.
I did nothing but lie in bed last night. I crawled into bed around seven o'clock and aside from a few short breaks--yes, I was actually taking breaks from napping--I didn't get out again until 8:30 this morning. Don't know what's up with that. It wasn't a depression coma, though. It was more like kitty-cat laziness, as when your walk into a room and discover your cat draped sideways like a limp sock that's fallen on the floor.
Unsurprisingly, I'd like to be back in bed right now.