Blink of an eye

You'd think yoga, brunch, baseball, blues, jazz, Italian, Japanese, and a manicure would be too much for one 24-hour stretch. But it isn't, really. Not if you space it out just right.

The only problem is that I want to sleep for a week. Oh well. Seven days, seven hours . . . both just a blip on the evolutionary timeline, if you think about it.

We'll see what my brain thinks of that rationale when the alarm goes off tomorrow.

G'night.

Man, we'd do all that and then rob a few banks. You're a lightweight.