Somehow managing to work in eating some actual lunch at lunch, the Cap'n is hitting me with his peanut butter crunchinator as I type. Once fully crunchinated, I'll return to work to face more questions about stuff I don't know much about from people who really should.

Parse that, pedants!

Finally got around to arranging having my wet car looked at, tomorrow, tomorrow, not today.

House is in chaos beautifully reflecting T's & my inner turmoils.