We ran a big work meeting this morning, which meant catering. (I suspect one of my colleagues produces baked goods as a sort of defense mechanism.) So last night the sound of the Mars-bar-grating was heard in Chez Us. It all went down quite well.

And then I split my lip, pretty amazingly even for me. (I have Bad Habits that make bleeding from the mouth a not uncommon occurrence.)

All this adds up to feeling a little faint from having consumed nothing since breakfast but sugar and my own blood.

My life really is this exciting, by the way. I don't fake it for the cameras.