On a Saturday, an old familiar feeling. You’ve been spending time in the soup again, being softened and cooked, and you haven’t even realized it. Too much soup in the belly—or on the belly—made you sleepy.
Switch to coffee, if you’re really stuck on (or in!) a liquid, because it’s time to wake up.
Things I saw today:
- A plant taking a ride in a minivan
- a Luther Vandross impersonator
- A comatose ladybug on my floor (2 days no movement)
The Private Lives of Pigeons 
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