Self-Indulgent Complaints; Sorry

[porphyry]

I am moving so slowly these days and getting slower every day. One day soon I shall stop and then shortly thereafter go retrograde. Everything exhausts me. It doesn't help that this child, who needs to come out, decides to do the rumba every night as I try to go to sleep, usually giving himself a nice case of hiccups, thus keeping me awake an hour or so longer than I should be.

I feel better now.