The curse of a super productive Saturday is a involuntarily lazy Sunday.  I slept til noon today and then went back to bed an hour later til four.  Sinuses are evil, but I don’t think they are responsible for the excess sleepiness. It was the curse.  The Saturday curse.

It never fails when I have a really great day of getting things done the next day is a total wash. I don’t know of any way of really breaking the curse beyond pushing through and making something out of the few hours I have left in the day.

Student essays here I come….