I'm cold and tired and tired and cold. It's been an eventful day, but none of it is worth recounting, unless you like to read things like, "and then I went to Target!" which is impossible to make interesting. Plus, for the record...I didn't go to Target.
Luckily for me, I can solve cold and tired and tired and cold in one fell swoop (Right after I look up the origins of "one fell swoop" because, if you think about it...it's a really weird phrase. Shakespeare; Shakespeare and not-Shakespeare) I am going to crawl into bed sweatshirt socks and all and bury myself in blankets. There won't be any sugarplums, but there will be visions of things that need to be done in the next 7 days, tempered by nightmares of the HUGE snowstorm slated to hit us tomorrow night. And yes, I'd be scared, except this is Michigan, and this is the way it's SUPPOSED to be.
I'm not ignoring you, Internet. If it makes you feel any better, I didn't even get past one crossword puzzle tonight. The brain, she is dead. But I'm sure tomorrow will be better. In the meantime, please don't freak out. It's not you. It's me.
Talk to you tomorrow,k?