In fact, the best thing about the last week of December is that it causes words like "cadaver" to pop into my mind. It's a funny word. It has that "k" sound beloved of old-time burlesque comics. So does "burlesque." OK, now I'm maundering, detached from reality. I take on some characteristics of a cadaver myself, this time of year, but one that is partly animated. Maybe I need to eat some brains. That would be funnier if the word for brains had a "k" sound in it. We could call them Kix, I suppose. Do they still make Kix? It was a popular breakfast cereal when I was a kid. Little lumps of some grainy compound, shaped and surface-textured a bit like a tiny, dried brain. My brain feels like Kix this time of year.
Today was the second day in a row that I woke up very, very late in the afternoon. The slippage in my sleeping schedule has been going on for almost four years now. I'm surprised that it has taken this long to slip this far, but once the day comes when I don't wake up until nightfall, either I'll have to re-set my internal clock, or I'll be hopping on board the bipolar express. Oh, how I dislike the winter.