my brain, like the squirrels...and a thousand points of light

I was going to write something poetic about the life and days and friendships and constellations of people, and crazed squirrels getting run over, but in the spirit of all the e-mails I've left half-written sitting around on my desktop, I shall not actually get around to it.

I have now got a business bank account, though. Go me. Everything else I need to do can be accomplished from the comfort of my area of operations, er, which is to say sitting in the middle of my floor (the dolls have invaded the couch again) with my laptop. Probably this is a good thing-- I have been noticing that my driving is a bit off (hence the abandoned squirrel analogy)-- reaction times slightly skewed, pulling out into traffic when I really ought not to... so far I haven't merged into anyone or gotten run over by a bus (although one somewhat deservedly beeped at me earlier) but I think staying off the road for a day or two until I sort out my sleep schedule is likely to be a good idea.

( Silly music meme: )