Sleep was on and off last night. And now, it's a little after seven and we have the heat blasting. What the flip, Spring? Where did you go? I miss you.
Anyway, I've got Frankenberry's breakfast started and then he'll head to work and I'll tackle a few house projects that I've been unhappily ignoring. Maybe if I wear these boots, it'll give me the boost I need to get this crap done. And in other, other news, today is five years since we adopted Wiggy.