A Busy Day

I should, theoretically, be going to sleep about now. But, for some strange (but entirely comprehensible) reason, I can't gather the motivation.

I blame Rube. I'm sure that you are all completely (not) shocked by this revelation. He is, overall, very easy to blame things on. This includes the butter currently on the handle of my door, which is, I would like to report, very greasy.

I would also like to report that, despite somewhat extreme skinniness, he has a very comfortable lap.

That is all.