Rode my bicycle several blocks for lunch yesterday; rode back and thought, "Gee, I over ate; I'll just have a nap." Woke up eight hours later, fiddled around a little, heard about Tam's day, went back to sleep and here I am.
It's those darned swing shifts. They really take it out of me. Or on me. Something.
I may be too old for this.
BUILDING A 1:1 BALUN
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