Yesterday was a lost day, meaning that I went to bed Tuesday evening at 9 p.m. and did not wake up again until yesterday around 3 p.m.

I’m not sure what it was that drug me down into the depths of sleep, made my face feel like it was a punching bag, and caused my nose to run continuously.  I dreamt in snippets – one moment I was knees to chest on the floor of a wet boat, trying to keep warm and the next the school nurse was performing an emergency tracheotomy on me as I clawed at my throat unable to breath.  It wasn’t pleasant to say the least.

Today is better.  Today I woke up, drank coffee, and ate breakfast.  Today I am in a semi state of dress, lounge pants, a tee shirt, a sweater, and slippers that may be passable as shoes.  You would almost not be able to tell that I am coming off an 18 hour sleeping sickness but the telltale signs are there.  The sides of my nose are red, my eyes are a bit glazed over, and my lips are of those you would expect to see in a topographer’s dreams.

Sorry Burt, but your Bees are not simply not up for the task.