Today has already been a jumble of emotions.. I got the paper and took the light rail, and the only thing in the paper that woke me out of my daily daze was this. It shook me, for sure. Just the idea of a 2 month old dying.

I’m really stuck at work, less motivation than usual (which is to say: none.) Much less sleep than I’m used to. No spare time. Caffeine and the fierce beatings my wife gives me when I fall asleep at the dinner table is all that keeps me upright right now.

So to leave off, some poetry to (hopefully) brighten your day…

*break*

OK it’s like 4 hours later, I went to find some poetry and didn’t.

Twas Brillig In The Slithy Toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsey were the borgroves
and the mome raths outgrabe

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