Left my hot, hot house this morning after what I swear was 30 minutes sleep all night, and there was ragged Gus on the porch cleaning blood off his head and purring.
My doorbell rang at 1:30 in the morning. Who does that?
Looking forward to sleeping on the train.
Cory's birthday party was fun. Here are some pics. Is there anyone funnier than John when he is high?
