I didn't think I ever had the blahs, but today sure seemed like it. Even the poem I turned to must have been written on a down day.

This miserable day sings songs of horror
and long its hours drag.
The boredom of each and every hour
Makes my heart sag.

I know I had days like that when I was young. I guess I can expect one now that I am old. Nothing sounds better than sleep so this is a good opportunity to catch up. Have a good night.