Little to Report

It's Melbourne Cup Day, and I shall likely not see my Beloved until later tomorrow. It's always a huge scramble at this time of year. And it's made worse by the fact that the site they routinely fix has decided that this morning is the perfect time to go on the fritz.


I'm doing my usual nonsense, today. And probably cooking up a little something-something that won't take too much of my energies.

I'm sleeping better since I had a weekend of nothing. But that's got to change now that it's Crunch Day.


I'll drag myself through it. I've had practice.