Of late, I've been going through another of those periods of unfocused thoughts, when I am filled with energy yet unable to do anything with it. The result is a strange combination of lassitude and anxiety. Another result is that my brain swarms with prepositions. Prepositions are the vermin of language: they have their function, but you don't want them multiplying, and then overrunning every paragraph. Each time I swat one, two more pop up to take its place.
As I am unable to focus, I'm going to give in to the temptation to make the room comfortable with more heat. Sluggo will now nap. I will have pizza, followed by indigestion and television.