Is it only Wednesday?

Somehow, somehow, I managed to wake up, get showered and dressed, commute to Asheville, and plop myself in this chair (thus taking my rightful place in Cubicle Land) ... and I don't remember any of it. I am tired. So is Beau.

OK, so that last paragraph was just a little story to lead up to this adorable picture of my son:

But I am tired, though.


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