Solstice

I've become too sleepy to laugh much. That seems like a very minor tragedy, but it's a shame none-the-less, especially now during this the season of making merry. I don't know what to attribute it to - too much or too little of something, no doubt. The Christmas tree has been standing bare, but not unattractive, in its natural state in the living room for the last two weeks. Everyone is waiting for me to string the lights. Time is running out.