Well, it seems to be Wednesday, Pixies.
I got fogged in to Our State's Capitol - infamous for being impossible to drive to without taking a boat (49th State Marine Highway, ha!) - on Sunday. I got home from my business trip 30 hours late, when the weather finally broke long enough for them to hurl us into the sky. This means I am late, late, late like the White Rabbit for everything, without any efforts or failures of my very own! (This is mostly a whine. You know, in case you needed that clarified).
The antiwhines are that I made it back to Last Frontier City before my parents - who live four hours away - left (this morning) and my sister - who lives an airplane ride to a ferry ride away - left (T minus 10 hours, at this moment). Getting to see my family is a major, major anti-whine.
I also managed to get pretty much caught up at work, take the dog for my first run in some months, and not fall down today. That makes a victory, right?
What is up with you, Pixies? All glorious and inglorious whines welcome. Double points for Alice references.