The good news is that I got a crapload of housework done today: laundry, changing the bed, roasting a dang chicken (ugh, there is a reason we’ve let Andy cook all the meat in our household all these years) and making pan sauce and mashed potatoes and lining drawers and cleaning shelves and the bathroom and doing a mess of other stuff.
The bad news is it all leaves me way too tired to write anything remotely intelligent. Only two more days of the forced march.
