Bow Tie o’ the Day might as well have conked me out with a rubber mallet last night. We made a zippy trip to Oak City and back yesterday, to attend my Aunt Arlene’s funeral. The trip was my first day-long venture out of the house since surgery. I handled it ok, but when we got home, I fell into an 11-hour sleep coma. I have never before slept for 11 hours. I’m not as recovered as I thought I was. More sleep and less action for me. 🛌