I ate a brownie (or two) for breakfast. This is just one of those mornings when it seems like a completely appropriate thing to do.

Our new refrigerator arrived at 8am, and now I don't have to be annoyed by the constant LOUD buzz & rattle of our old one.

Elvis, our almost 17 year old pound dog , despite being blind, deaf, and constantly confused, is sleeping happily and (hopefully) having sweet dreams.
