Now that it's five thirty in the evening, I believe I may wake up, get out of bed, and go have breakfast.
Sleep is a wonderful thing for the sick. I think I just caught up on the whole of last week. :)
And yes, I had some highly wacky dreams, though I don't suppose Shakespeare would be caught dead using the word "wacky".
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