Ever have one of those mornings where you wake up early, bright-tailed and bushy-eyed and ready to tackle the entire world in like, a really big tackle that would throw the world for a loss during a breast-free Super Bowl that you go on to win because there's a sniper in the blimp shooting strands of Silly String and the game is called on account of sticky?

This was one of those mornings for me.

Unfortunately, after about an hour, all of that energy leaked out of my 40-year old battery and I've crashed. That's where I am now. Tail-eyed and brightly-bushed.

Urgh.