Brains...where are my brains...?

I've been decaffinating since New Year's Day, and the "I am a brain-dead zombie" feeling has set in. The temp is still in the mid-50s, making hibernation sound like a really terrific idea.

It's not that I've turned into a health nut, although I DO like the bread, it's just...sixty pounds of aluminum cans last year? Most of them mine? NOT GOOD. And plastic is not the answer, because I can suck down a 2-liter in short order. (It wasn't all cans....)

Okay, I'm going to see if breakfast helps. If I can manage that without burning down the house....

Brains...where are my brains...?

I've been decaffinating since New Year's Day, and the "I am a brain-dead zombie" feeling has set in. The temp is still in the mid-50s, making hibernation sound like a really terrific idea.

It's not that I've turned into a health nut, although I DO like the bread, it's just...sixty pounds of aluminum cans last year? Most of them mine? NOT GOOD. And plastic is not the answer, because I can suck down a 2-liter in short order. (It wasn't all cans....)

Okay, I'm going to see if breakfast helps. If I can manage that without burning down the house....

Update

News flash! We've got blue skies and sunshine! And my fingers aren't numb anymore.

I may have to institute a new policy: any 'zine not published in this century goes (unless it's something rare/collectable)---I keep running into things like House Beautiful from 1994.

Update

News flash! We've got blue skies and sunshine! And my fingers aren't numb anymore.

I may have to institute a new policy: any 'zine not published in this century goes (unless it's something rare/collectable)---I keep running into things like House Beautiful from 1994.