Suddenly, Estivation

Much with the torpidity.  Coffee makes me alert enough to recognize that I am yet unresolved as a point of sentience.  Someone is staring off into the mist over the river and numbly agreeing.  It might be me, if I were discretely conscious.

Complex things await; SQL procedures 600 lines long (promising 900 when done), calls to lawyers, letters to courts, and more to write on the drive-thru funeral parlor.


Maybe more coffee.

Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry