Today, my brain feels as though its encased in amber or molasses. I'm not too quick on the uptake. Not even a wee bit of coffee helped out, and since too much coffee (caffeine, really) would almost certainly induce a migraine, I feel stuck like this. Blergh.
We haven't heard anything more about Tony's alleged staking/hacking activities. Well, we haven't heard anything official from anyone official. Apparently, the dude in Missouri has continued to contact the security office of Tony's employer; those security officers have reportedly continued to direct the dude to law enforcement officials. It's driving me nuts, this waiting for it to get wrapped up. I cannot stand limbo.
Another thing that's contributing to my molasses brain is the lovely skein of sock yarn sitting on my desk. I keep looking over at it & daydreaming about what it should be... socks? a shawlette? a cowl? something else? A normal person would put the skein in a drawer - out of sight, out of mind - but it'd be a shame to put such a beautiful work of art in yarn form into a dark drawer.
Maybe a quick walk around the block will help.