Just to reiterate, I'm sorry I broke your bottle of buffalo wing sauce, Amanda. There was no stopping it. The poor little bottle just wanted to jump and then it splattered all over the kitchen floor and the inside of the fridge. I hope you'll forgive me (and the sauce, for taking its life).

Today has been a white-bread toast with grape jelly kind of day. Sort of run-of-the-mill. And you know what? That's okay, because it's nice to sink into this kind of ordinariness once in a while. Nothing fantastically exciting nor anything bad has happened and I just feel like there isn't anything for me other than to be right here, right now.

The sun just came out and I think I'll go sit by the living room window for a while to soak it up.