Posting May be Intermittent

It was one of those evenings when I got home from work late, sorted mail and paid bills, and headed straight upstairs. The Buds' playful barks didn't even enter my fog. The DNB was gone, but I didn't feel like talking anyway. I was exhausted. I didn't even enjoy showering. It's usually relaxing and helps me think. Plus, sometimes a person might bring me wine in there.

Which is how you know it's going to be a long week.