This morning, feeling frobly-mobly, I was overwhelmed with dysania, but I knew I must get moving. After my shower, I was overcome with shivviness, thanks to a gift to myself. Though I want to write more on my new novel, I most likely will perendinate because I’m caught up with news of our kakistocracy and can’t unglue my eyes from the TV this morning. So I presume I will be grufeling today since we have snow on the ground and I am reluctant to go outside. I feel philogrobilized, but that can’t be, so I will watch the news and sympathize with the grumbletonians as they jeer the snollygosters and ultracrepidarians. I hope my phone doesn’t ring because I am not into twattling today.
(OMG! My spell-check is working overtime!)