A World Without Honor

I don't remember going to bed last night.  I don't remember what I was doing before going to sleep.  Typically reading or watching television.  I don't remember closing a book or turning off the TV.  I woke up and did not feel well-rested.  My stomach, which has been brutalizing me since Saturday night, was hurting.  I don't like waking up like this.  I don't like not remembering going to bed.

I brewed some Muddy Waters Crossroads coffee this morning.  Never had it before, but it is good.  Strong.  Not helping my stomach, though.  There is always the old standby of whether or not it is an ulcer.  Regardless, I must press on.

Tonight will be good.  Tomorrow will be far better.  But what will the rest of the week bring?

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