Today, however, I feel like I was run over by a truck. M. has a theory that I've been fighting off some illness this week, and I'm beginning to believe it. And man, today is epic slow at work.
One year ago today, we adopted Kira. She is still a fine and upstanding kitty.
Tonight, no clue. Tomorrow, quiet day with the Z. Maybe some more painting at night. Monday, new Heroes! Can't wait.