Now it's been Marx Brothers movies. The television doesn't want me to get anything done at all. It doesn't even want me to go out and listen to the birds who are returning from the north. Sometimes the birds are loud enough to hear from inside, though, if they fly fairly low and right over the house. One of the interesting things about this time of year is that there's always a chance of hearing actual migrating ducks while "Duck Soup" is showing.
Brain still muddled, I'm not going to pester it for a couple of days. Everybody is probably going to be comatose anyway.