You can either ignore the pile of dirty laun­dry in the back­ground or see it as an indi­ca­tor. I leave it to each of you indi­vid­u­al­ly to decide as you see the events of the week unfold­ing. Holy crap it’s only Tues­day. It bet­ter not start rain­ing. I need to go for a run. There are just no inter­est­ing pic­tures to be had from sit­ting in front of the com­put­er for many hours a day, but Car­iño was able, if not hap­py, to pro­vide a short burst of enter­tain­ment and a poignant state­ment at the same time.

 Basi­cal­ly things are both work­ing out and blow­ing up simul­ta­ne­ous­ly, and I’ve dis­cov­ered that I real­ly, real­ly hate heart­burn — or the fire that burns like a thou­sand suns inside me at 3am and I have no idea where it is com­ing from and lay­ing down makes it worse and sit­ting up in bed in the mid­dle of the night sucks. Oh, maybe it is part­ly from the stress and part­ly from some yet-to-be-dis­cov­ered species of Uruló­ki-amoe­ba. Yep, that’s prob­a­bly it.