I'm just tired. Not quite bone-tired like when we first bought the house and rushed over every night to work on it before we had to get out of the condo, madly painting, ripping up floors and getting high on tar remover. We brought Alice and Zeus over and locked them in the kitchen at first, to keep Al out of the paint, lest she think it was a snack. They liked being near us but we're happy about being cooped up. On one of those days, Zeus inaugurated the house by getting a sausage biscuit off the counter and giving it to Al. Let it never be said that she wasn't in charge.

Anyway, today I'm tired, but not like that.