You may call me Ny Quilverstien.
Woke up this morning with a pretty likely head cold, and A is for Asshole running through my head. Now it is time to go back to bed.
Slowly coming out of the narcotic funk of the Ny-Quil, which isn't particularly fun. Things I was going to do today involved being up on ladders and using power tools, and neither one sounds like a good idea right now. I'm thinking today will be primarily CAD work, since that really needs to be done. And there needs to be some dog time in there too, maybe a little trip to the dog park.
Wow, I'm boring.
Went for a long and somewhat leisurely walk with the dog, and now she's a pooped pooch. Now I'm a-head out to the hardware store to see if I can dig up a duckbill shovel.