Well, I seem to be past my malaise, at least enough that exchanging vacation time for recovery time is no longer an acceptable bargain.
Recovery not, itself, helped by Kitten deciding around 3a that she wanted to sleep with us. It took about two hours to get her back settled in her own bed and asleep — and, to her infinite credit, it was Margie that did most of the heavy lifting in that.
Being back on my feet means trying to play catch-up on office stuff, so don’t expect much from me for the rest of the day. *sigh*
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