And it just occurred to me that the unintentional nap might have been pollen-related, as might be the brain fuzz. I'm always so delighted at the arrival of real spring that I forget about the pollen until it smacks me up side the sinuses. And the brain. What somebody needs to do is invent an anti-allergenic beer, and then spring will be both beautiful and an excuse to stay beer-sotted.
What else was I going to say? I think I'll go out and ask the frogs. They might remember.