It used to be a safe bet that the Christmas junk would arrive in the stores within a week of my birthday.

My birthday is in about three weeks, and I saw Christmas junk nearly a fortnight ago. How ridiculous.

I sort of stacked it down the stairs at work this morning, and since I only sort of stacked it - which is to say that I fell down about four stairs before I got hold of the rail again - I felt alright at the time, and thus didn't get sent home. Now, however, I'm feeling stiffer and more miserable by the second, and so am going to take to my bed.