There are some days I come home from work and I pretty much collapse in my chair, and I won’t move for anything.  I’ve been home for the last three hours and I’m still wearing my uniform.  I’ve almost fallen asleep twice.

When I have the following day off, these are called “good days.”

They’re even better when The Girl makes me dinner (ribs), iced tea and then gets us ice cream.  So I’m gonna’ go enjoy this now.  You worry about the bunnies for me, okay?