Great weekend.

I discovered I may have been a pill bug in my former life (no need for a hyperlink of pill bug/potato bug/giant wood lice--just turn over a rock or log) because I mentally curl up into a ball. Now, don't get me wrong, I like balls, many kinds of balls. What sucks about trying to function from one is, as you can imagine, the darkness. OK, the lack of footing is a problem too. And stuff doesn't surf over my balled-up back, either. It hits me, falls, and waits for me to unravel. Armadillos are mammals. Maybe I was an armadillo. Or a turtle, which would be nice.