I pulled into the garage last night, shut off the car, and thought to myself, “thank God it’s Friday.” About three seconds later, I realized it wasn’t actually Friday. Then I walked into the kitchen to find that the puppies had run rampant and chewed up all kinds of stuff, and managed to drag a lot of laundry all over the place. This put a bit of a damper on the evening. But it was a nice, sunny evening, and the wife wanted a fire, so we had a fire, which of course meant I stayed up way too late, and am paying for it this morning. I’m walking around like a zombie.