I'm laying on the hard wood floor of my apartment because this is where my blanket is. I don't know how or why it got here but I'm ok with it. My cat is meowing relentlessly and sniffing my face. My only assumption is that she's trying to make sure I'm alive. Isn't she a darling?
Last night was the work Christmas party. Contrary to my preliminary fears, I don't think I did anything to embarrass myself. Winning.