. . . Knits up the ravelled sleeve of care

So I finally bullied (tricked) DBF into getting a staggering more than nine hours of sleep last night. Now I LOVELOVE sleeping nine to ten hours. I think its great, I think its good for you. I think he needs it. I think I did too. And now I must run off all that comfy sleepytime languor* and work out.


*Incidentally, I'm less than 2,000 words into my 50,000 word NanoNovel and I've already used the word 'languor' or its derivatives three times. Yeah.