Um. If I could post a mindless bunch of vowels and random consonants, I would. Because my current level of tired is so... off the charts of tired that it can't be measured. It's, like, stratosphere tired. Immobile tired. Can't lift my hands tired.
All these metaphors aren't helping me feel better.
So I'll say that we had a great time with my parents, and Alice ATE THEM UP. I don't think she stopped talking even once. That's six days of straight talking, folks.
Now I'm trying to find the energy and motivation to finish off the Christmas prep, including mailing off packages. Which, if I don't get that done tomorrow, I'm in trouble.
Whimsy out. But I'll be back - got to clear out the cobwebs.