Stealing from Sitcom.
1. I had dinner with Sitcom last night. You know what’s on the mantle in Sitcom’s home? One of these. (In fact, I took that picture last night. That’s the actual one from her mantle.)
I don’t have an Emmy Award on my mantle. Well, I didn’t. Until I got home. I wonder if she’ll notice it’s gone?
2. I’m normally in a pretty darn good mood. But I admit that the early-hour darkness has taken a bit of a toll on me. That and feeling like I’ve been serving as an angst receptacle for a number of people. I thought this wasn’t supposed to happen until February when everyone was downright sick of winter?
3. Ayup. That’s all I’ve got.
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.