Jonathan sat awhile longer in front of the screen, finished the typing of his blog, but at a loss with what to do next. He'd wanted to see his parents, before that got waylaid by the events of the day and was now something he wasn't up for, so what to do indeed.
A wave of fatigue hit him hard and he slumped back in his seat and closed his eyes for a moment.
He bolted awake and shook himself, rising quickly out of his chair, refusing to allow himself the ease of such a laziness of dozing off in costume, such laziness, as he saw it was not in his makeup.
In any event, he felt tired and in need of a bath, to both refresh himself and wash off the failures of the day, before succumbing to a nap, not exactly deserved, considering the day, but nothing outrageous either.
And that is what he did
Slowly though it was
He slipped him out
Of his fighting togs
Which he hung with care
Before he applied the same
To his own frame
And took him a bath
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