Everything is limp.

I've been terribly, horribly boring. Not unhappy, but useless. I was sick, I was un-sick, I graded papers, the baby crawled around and ate an uncountable quantity of tiny torn-up pieces of bread. We went to a sort of department sort of Christmas party, where an attractive Northern European woman with a school-aged daughter said: "Oh, you're brave, teaching with a baby at home. I remember when she was that age. I was tired all the time, and I never really knew why."

This, apparently, is what those tiny silica gel packets that come in your containers of crisp, dry things look like when they are overwhelmed by circumstance:

It was supposed to be guarding the textural integrity of some roasted seaweed, but it didn't go as planned. Maybe at the seaweed department party, someone will tell it why. 

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[redfox]

Apparently not!