Blip 9-1-1

I'm spent. In every way. My head hurts in a verging-on-migraine way, I'm mentally and physically drained with only the rusty residue remaining.

It was a successful outing in court in most senses, but the aftermath of a high intensity morning followed by other bad things that happened later in the day have kicked my proverbial arse.

Which means, once again, enter Carlos. My lovely overstuffed tabby who can always be counted on for an expressive pose. I think this look is "disdain".