Dawnbringer

As the gloaming looms I reel deleriously before my screen, fatigue betiding me. I have not risen before the sun for time immemorial, yet this morn I awoke in darkness and witnessed the coming of the light.

Clearly, this activity does bad things to me. I feel like a zombie (or what I assume a zombie might feel like), and I am inclined to to write with funny words (funnier than usual, anyway).

Well, it wasn't too bad a day -- I "held the fort" at the press filing center for the Secretary's visit, eating too many leftover croissants once the traveling press left and too much kimbap at lunch.

Tonight, I dine on dormancy and will take no less than forty winks.

One... two...