Dear Reader,
I’m writing to you on fumes. I traveled back to LA from Indianapolis yesterday after a wonderful extended Thanksgiving visit, and I am pooped. My sleep schedule gets wonky with the jump from PST to EST and back again. Add in the jerk of daylight savings and the gloom of a 4pm sunset and my circadian rhythm is shouting, UM EXCUSE ME, WHAT? Yo…
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