Woke up this morning to a river of bodily eminences from one of the dogs.
There is no doubt now that I will be tearing up the carpet before I can afford a new wood floor.
The carpet is soaking, candles are lit, fans are on.
And I'm getting a migraine.
It's 6:58 in the morning. The only thing that will make this day any better is an outbreak of Bubonic Plague.