The diet hasn't been the best in the last several days. Massive amounts of cheese bread and pizza Saturday—which I allowed myself after 25 miles of biking—brunch for my brother's birthday on Sunday, and a treat day at work yesterday. Last night it finally caught up with me and I was a sick puppy just before hopping in the shower, feeling grateful that the nausea didn't hit while I was at Genesis attempting to become beautiful.

Meanwhile, Nick was feeling achy and tired and we both curled into bed before 8:00 had much airtime. Nick reset the alarm for 5:30 after it went off at 4:30, and I allowed him to, knowing that while I was awake, I didn't feel much like getting up. Then, 5:00 rolled around, and the child's bell jingled when she looked up at me, curious as to why all this time had passed and she still had not been given treats.

But today dawns brightly and it will be better—if, for no other reason, I go to the dentist today...the only one person who praises my teeth and tells me I have the best smile of all of her patients. It's probably a line, but I swallow it hook line and sinker. Every time. And gladly, too. This is also the anniversary of this...has it only been a year?

Sort of a humdrum melting pot of a post, isn't it? Exciting things have happened, honestly, I just want to be feeling better to give them their proper parade in the telling. For now, a picture of the pest: