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Wednesday, January 3, 2018

The End of Moo

I’m sitting here at my in-laws. I’m watching my boy Rivers. No, literally watching him. Right this instant. He’s watching Blue’s Clues. Joe is adding up three and eight. This music sounds like something from Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. Not a big fan of Joe. Sorry guys. Now they’re counting jelly beans. Rivers is eating French Toast Crunch and tapping his feet on the floor. He very much enjoys tapping. It’s still early here. My wife is awake doing something or other but everyone else sleepeth. Have you ever thought about how weird sleep is? How would you explain this to some visiting aliens that have no concept of sleep? “Well, you see, every night, we have to shut our eyes for around 8 hours. We’re not real sure why. Something to do with our memory storage. And if we don’t do it, then we get all crazy and hallucinate.” I guess technically, that would be dreaming with your eyes open, which actually can happen. Weird.

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