Something happened when my alarm went off this morning. I closed my eyes - they may not have even been opened - and went back to sleep. I have spent the rest of the day feeling guilty for being a lummox. I don't think my Solstice paths have lined up yet.
I briefly visited Mum. I could hear her having a major complain about something or other from the corridor. It was a swift visit.
Tony dropped in a duck. A dead duck. Tim did something tasty with it for dinner. I do like duck.