Stayed up too late reading this compelling thing, which lead to a rotten morning. Stupid reading! What have you done for me lately?

As a result, I hit the snooze button about 87 times too many this morning. Why do that? The sleep between buzzy beeps isn’t terribly restful and the cat was doing his darnedest to make sure that I was getting up (by nudging my face, knocking stuff off my nightstand, and using me as a launchpad to the window). What a waste of time that was. My eyes are even more Beetlejuice-y than usual this morning and I was too tired to operate an Aeropress this morning, so I brought out my stovetop espresso maker for the first time in months. My head hurts. Biking to work seems impossible. Bah.

I have a very busy day ahead too, as our May/June programme is going to press tonight. Today’s the most fiddly and involved bit of proofreading. My brain is not ready for such a challenge, nor for writing anything not entirely mundane this morning, so let’s watch Dick Clark (RIP) in a cameo on Batman in the late 1960s instead.