Dammit, Monsoon!

I had this great morning post all laid out in my head, involving Gary Larson and the intellectual benefits of insomnia. But when I got out of bed to write my masterpiece down there was so little cell signal the smartphone barely works and the hotspot doesn’t work at all. Which means no laptop, which means no pictures. What good is a Gary Larson post without pictures?

Ah, well. Maybe later. Coffee. Breakfast.

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To the stake with the heretic!