It's been an unusually frustrating week for your humble blogger. A trial that no one thought would happen happened anyway. Children who usually sleep until 7 have woken up at 5:30. A normally reliable and sturdy digestive system decided to betray me in the most uncomfortable of ways. As a result of all of this, I was whipped last night. As I turned off the Cubs-Rays game, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to read box scores and recaps and come up with pithy little things to say about them. Instead, I picked up my well-worn copy of The Great Shark Hunt, read about three-fourths of "Strange Rumblings in Aztlan" and fell asleep with my glasses on my nose.
I'm still moving a bit slowly this morning, so I'm going to give the recaps a rest for the day (They take more mental energy than you might think). I'm not taking the day off, though, and blogging will resume shortly and be pretty normal for the rest of the day.