Remember that Calvin and Hobbes strip where the slug is getting ready for school, oozing a trail of slime over the house, and the last panel has Calvin's mom asking him why he's so sluggish this morning? If I had any less energy, I would turn into that slug. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we Darwins are practicing what we preach here and reproducing ourselves again. Baby Darwin (henceforth known as "Smaskig", because I said so) is about seven weeks along and is joining its sisters in wearing Mama out.
I am possessed of a heavy, bone-numbing weariness and intermittent waves of queasiness, along with with a mental dullness that settles upon me just as we've received several books from Amazon that I particularly wanted to read with clear mind. Oh well... At least Noogs and Babs have all sorts of energy and have taken it upon themselves to remove everything from the high shelves in the house so that I can find everything on the floor and not have to bother with lifting my head.
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