The Last Twelve Hours

Last night ZZ came home from work in a bad mood. I sat with her on the big orange couch and sipped Girradeli hot cocco with my ZZ as we watched Garfield and Friends (she's obsessed) and Roseann (she's obsessed) episodes until 4 a.m. Then we went to bed. Then, after dreaming of Euclidian Geometry and mentally unsound wild animals, I woke up, ate Cheerios, read a sports magazine, looked out the window and gazed upon the frosty trees, and sat down here at the computer to Blog my extremely uninteresting previous 12 hours. The time is now exactly 2:33:24 p.m.

Mungo, sippin' water from a Nalgene.