...but I'm exhausted from cleaning my house. And using my new set of clippers to mangle my dog's hair-do. And moving the piano slightly to the left in order to make room for a dining room table I haven't yet purchased.

People, I'm tired. I think I might have done too much today, but my lord, the house was a wreck and I couldn't tolerate the dust and grime anymore. So I vacuumed and dusted it and now I kind of feel like I did after I ran the marathon, except I can walk down stairs without having to turn around and go down backwards.

So I'm going to go to bed now (yes, at 7:42 p.m.) and hope that I feel a bit more energetic tomorrow morning. Two-day weekends just aren't long enough.

Meanwhile, my dog is still cute, even after having her coat mangled by her loving but untalented mama. If I can manage a picture tomorrow I'll post one. This needs photographic evidence.