Tired. Grumpy. Stressed.

I was going to do this whole long post about how Fuzzy was in a car accident last night, and Forester Gump isn't driveable (drivable? Whatever.) and was towed to Parts Unknown, and how we spent the evening melting in the emergency waiting room at Kaiser, but I'm tired, and recounting it isn't a purge, it's more like dwelling, so instead I'm writing this.

is one of the sweetest people you could ever hope to count among your friends. Thank you. We owe you. Next time you have an emergency in the middle of the night, don't hesitate to call, and I meant it about owing you lunch, or something. And thanks to for leaving you access to his truck while he's away.

And on that note, I'm going to shower, and then I'm going to go find the largest possible designer coffee drink money can buy and inhale it before going to work, where I will endeavor to concentrate and be productive before bailing out around three.

Here's hoping everyone has a wonderful long weekend.
Me? I plan to sleep. A lot.