Head yanking, half an hour. I've taken the best muscle relaxant available-- a bottle of nice lager. There was a tasty avocado too, so I'll be neither hungry nor entirely sober when I get my head yanked. The afternoon is nice, if a bit too warm. The cat is sleeping on the back porch, an inspiration to us all. She lets nothing disturb her long day's nap. (I'm glad that so many of the other species on the planet are so much more sensible than humans.) Now I will go brush my teeth with fennel flavored toothpaste. Maybe I could find some fennel to put in my soup tonight. If not, maybe I could put a bit of toothpaste in it.