Ain't no point getting outta bed

With a crud running through the general Benton household today (and me in particular), I know that the best outcome from a serious attempt at writing today would read like the work of a drunkn bonobo. The worst outcome might be down at a slime mold level. Instead of subjecting anyone to that, here's Sturgill Simpson singing my theme song for the day. PS: Do not take this as an indication that I take my coffee anyway other than black and unadulterated.