It was early. Well, early-ish. I'd managed to feed the cats without quite breaking the surface of the pool of sleep, then crawled back into bed, tumbling down, down into the deliciously-warm darkness of the land of That Horrible Sound You Sometimes Wake Up Making That Can't Possibly Be Snoring, Can It? A distressingly-chipper Tam entered and I woke up midway through whatever it was she was saying:
"....going to get some of those guzza skanax? You want some? Like on TV?"
Me, squintingly, "Yeah? Sure?"
"Yum, the guntsa scanniks! Back soon!" And she whirled away as I sank back once more into the delightful nothingness behind my eyelids.
I woke up suddenly a few minutes ago, wide, wide awake.
I have no idea where Tam went or what she's bringing back.
I hope it's good. Guzda czenits?
ETA: Tam explains.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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