Can't keep my eyes open

Right now I'm making a big pot of coffee because I just awoke from a late-morning nap and can't shake my grogginess. It was my own fault.

I started the day by gathering produce: a basket of pickling cucumbers, the last of the sugarsnap peas, and about a half-cup of perfect blueberries. While I was away last week the s.o. had made blueberry buckwheat pancakes with the berries that were ripe at the time, so I got it into my head that I wanted to do the same thing. I heated up a pan, got the syrup out of the fridge, and started mixing the batter. As I worked, I popped raw berries into my mouth every so often as the urge hit me.

Well, you know how it goes. Three giant carbohydrate bombs later, I passed out on the couch. Will I ever learn?