Monday, Monday, Can't Trust that Day

Tachyon party was swell. The cake was almost entirely consumed by the time I left (which is, of course, the point of a party, right?). I caroused, in a very mild fashion.

And today I am paying the price. Headache. Tooth/sinus ick. Dicey stomach. And the roofers are here and working enthusiastically away at an hour when my brain refuses to engage. The dog is going nuts because there are people all over the house and thumps and suspicious sounds from the side alley and the back door. I want to go back to sleep, but there is work to be done. Well, maybe just for a little while...