Oh yeah...

We were in North Carolina.

Now we're back.

My living room looks like a Tornado of Toys has passed through the midst of it.

There is a pile of laundry the size of...well, ME, in my bedroom.

The apartment is cold and the cats are needy.

The Boy is throwing various toys around the already trashed living room

I know I should be writing, I should be working on the mammoth pile of laundry, I should clean up the apartment and maybe think about cooking something, but I am tired.  Tired of epic proportions.  And so I'm putting on West Wing and relaxing today.


I'll see you on the flip side.