Tired
I am tired, like the kind of tired you get after a satisfying day that kept going.
First, I dropped Mr. Viper off at the airport at 5am, and I ended up at work at 5:30 am, and cranked out some kickass data analysis, and came up with a fucked up but workable scheme for limiters, and introduced a new concept into our project meetings - the Level of Fraught. The Level of Fraught is always at magenta, for all projects, at any time. It is agreed.
Then, I had foodz and drinkz with
cionaudha
in which we drank and ate and talked and I got to fondle the Doghead. It was awesomely good.
The cats are freaking out because I might forget their dinner. Our intellectually-challenged tuxedo cat does this two-part Mrow-aw. MROW-AW! FOOD! MROW-AW! Sherpa does a chirpy sound. She is the chirpiest cat I've ever had. Chirps for pets, chirps for food, chirps before she jumps onto something she shouldn't be on.