Getting up is a tender process; I just don't feel rested, as though opposing forces were battling inside my body throughout the night. During the morning, I have three mooshy, uncomfortable bowel movements. By late afternoon, I'm still not out of second gear. Under ordinary circumstances, I probably would have found an excuse to leave the library early, but Sheila has already requested an early departure. Just as well. Jerry, the carpet cleaner, calls to say he'll be in tonight to clean the high-traffic areas. Whoa! Bad timing, Jer. We have a book sale going on. See ya next week.
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