Irving and the Bumps

Evidently I've been a tad incapacitated of late, but the fault doesn't fall entirely on my wee shoulders. I can blame age, for starters. Sure, it chugs just enough to get to the office, but sitting on that side of the press feels wrong, and inspiration is sapped from tip to route. That said, I must confess to having a good deal of alternatives at my disposal aside from that. But that's all cats and dogs. At least I'm sinking my teeth into this para.

Did I mention I sleep on a pile of boulders?