Theoretically I ought to review the week at this point, but really I can't think of anything worth expending the effort or electrons on here. I'm fine, honest, no concerned noises needed, just a little spacey and wanting to go to bed. It'll be an odd motivational tool: must make this coming week worthy of reporting!
Oh, I suppose I can say that we have the cutest dog ever, who would be a much better pirate than Orlando Bloom as Will Turner. They're both puppy-ish and express all their emotions by wrinkling their brows, but Emmy can't spout terrible dialogue, plus she's got that bum leg and a casual attitude towards other people's property . . .