I have been rushed for time. It's a good thing I put in a submission this morning, or it would not have been done today.
I frittered away my time with laundry. Took a shower. Hauled The Pony to see Prometheus, which was an hour there and back, two hours plus for the show, and thirty minutes for previews. We did our weekly shopping to the tune of another hour. Took thirty minutes to carry in and put stuff away. I made one meal for newly-toothless Genius, another for The Pony, warmed up some leftover BBQ (NOT a hot dog) for me, and tossed a big salad and a couple of eggrolls at Hick.
Then I sat down here at my computer with the most scathingly brilliant idea for a post. But I don't have time to see it through. Tomorrow, perhaps. When I only have to take care of Genius and his gaping gum-holes 24/7, and take The Pony to summer school and then go pick him up, and throw together a couple of meals.
Yeah. I'll think about it tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day. Or so I've heard.