Yes, I feel just fine.
I slipped into a pseudo-coma Friday night at 9:00 pm until 12:00 pm Saturday. Fifteen hours of sleep is a lot to someone who averages six hours of sleep on weekdays. I think I need to make this long sleep a regular part of my weekend. It was pleasant, minus the waking up with a dry mouth part.
Thanks to my brother, I know have the song, "You're The Best" from The Karate Kid stuck in my head. What a great fight anthem. Note to self: that's what I need to play if I ever learn to kick box. Or how to do karate, for that matter.
My group/team withdrew from the sand sculpting contest that would've happened this past Saturday because we were woefully unprepared. Next year we shall try to actually have a design started two days before the competition.
I'm going to watch Fantastic Mr. Fox now. Have a lovely week, everyone!