T'was a day

My day was an abstract blur, and at the end of a day of constantly staring at the monitor, interrupted only by a trip to the food store to relax, I looked in the mirror and saw that I had turned into a Picasso.

A three inch memory foam pad for our bed arrived via parcel service. We are banking on it being the cure for achy morning backs. I now need a ladder to get up into bed or perhaps a trampoline.