Briefly considered the idea that I might be able to pull something together over lunch - like, say, the next installment of The Caffeine Apocalypse. So I'm sure it will come as no surprise to any of you that no such thing even came close to happening. Which brings me back to the two basic themes of this week: Dear Ye Immortal Gods, I Still Need More Sleep, and What Is This Horrible Stuff In The Air???
Maybe I'll write a story in which the Elder Gods corrupt the world through gradually increasing levels of air pollution. By the end of the book, everyone will be walking around in gas masks, while those too poor or too ill to have gas masks will be transforming into horrid new forms. The hero will be plucky young genetic engineer, who will design new breeds of plants that convert pollution back into air.
Or, y'know, maybe not.