Today, we talk about nothing

Holy carp I'm tired. (Did you see what I did there? It's like "holy mackerel," only different. Yeah. Tired.)

The retreat ladies couldn't have been more enjoyable, but the retreat itself had a number of hitches that had to be worked through (that is to say, around), and a couple of late nights toward the end.

So I obviously did the smart thing and came home and rested up and; well, actually I had to take buses all over town because my car was in the shop again (one of the aforementioned hitches), and then walk all over town in the course of things as well.

But I got the car and got a bunch of groceries and got home at a decent hour. Got the girls fed and into bed at a decent hour, and then went to bed myself at a decent hour.

Well, most of that. All except that last part, on the end there.

Starved for my usual Internet companionship, I went and hung out with my friends, and it was even better than usual and I ended up staying up a little past "a decent hour."

I'm paying the price today, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Just, probably not tonight.

Oh, wait.

I'm sitting here talking just to talk to keep up with NaBloPoMo, when instead I could just show you a picture.

Yes, that would be much better. Here you go. Four holes in a row: