I am so so so tired. And I think I hurt my husband's feelings because I want to isolate rather than talk. Talking takes so much effort. I also don't want to carry on philosophic banter tonight. My brain is wiped out. So happy Friday the 13th. I'm going to bed before 10 p.m.
This is the Valentine Mr. PNU sent me this morning. It's perfect, even though I am not.