Well, I'm exhausted and coughing; both my kids seem to be sick, too.
I have a huge pile of tests to grade and no time to knit.
Bleah? Yeah. Fortunately there's always silly math poetry:
A dozen, a gross, and a score
plus three times the square root of four
divided by seven
plus five times eleven
is nine squared and not a bit more.
- Jon Saxton