A little out of sorts

On Saturday night, I ate some shrimp and they did not agree with me. I don't think I will ever do that again. Even back when I ate meat (12 years ago, wow), I can remember thinking that shrimp were not good somehow. Crustaceans are dangerous. I should have known better. Now I do.

So then I didn't really get much sleep Saturday night. Yesterday, just about all I did was watch ants, because I was determined to make it to sleep in time to go rowing this morning. But when I got up, K wasn't up for it, so I slept in some more. Now I need to start painting the final batch of ants. And that is all for now.