I am a trifle tiddly this evening (yes, I know, *yawn* what else is new?).
Since I finished at 9 pm and tomorrow might be my last day off for a while (the departure of Boss means we are down to two) I called in at Smoky-Drinky on the way home. With a bottle.
Normal service will resume as soon as I get a reasonable grip on what normality actually is.
And as soon as I can type a sentence without having to edit every single damn word in it.
My fingers are drunk, and I seem to have more than I should because they keep hitting extra keys. And when did I get two screens?