Surprisingly, I was responsible this morning.
I woke up, read the paper, crammed a ritz cracker and three wine gums down my throat and called it breakfast. Then I actually went out and ran. I even did seven hills, though it took fifteen minutes to run to said hill. Then I came home, tried to gather my energy, and made myself French toast.
All is right in the world.

Oh wait. Work!
Ha ha. No. My company, since we released a product yesterday, decided to give everyone the day off. Score!
This does leave me at the tender mercies of any telephone solicitors. I think we have a reverse outsourcing going on. I just got solicited by a man with a thick Texas accent. Since Canadians are telephone harassing Americans, I guess turnabout is fair play.