Sigh.

Very tired. Haven't had time to post much, but there are thoughts in my head, wanting to get out.

But Tired.

So tired, that when I had finished preparing my dinner, turned, and promptly dropped the dinner on the floorm thereby breaking my lovely Pfaltzgraf plate and scattering the dinner all over the floor, I wasn't shocked or sad or even upset. I just shrugged and cleaned it up. Dude. It was food and Pfaltzgraf. Two of my favorite things.

Sigh.

Good night.