If I slept more would I need the Shoot That Turkey Buzzard song less?

wikimedia error when I take lazy path to looking up origin of the song title. So any excuse for more bluegrass tomorrow.


3.2 hours of sleep in bed.

And another hour or so just being warm and immobile after breakfast. 

Minimum standards of dress for professional things: have a bra on during Zoom. But the shower happened after the first Zoom and I STILL need to clean my floor.

Manana...

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