I am just now getting over the worst of my exhaustion brought on by the combination of a foolish promise to have edits on my book done in a week -- what was I thinking??? -- and school, and job and family, that I have lately been too tired to be crabby. But, I'm coming back to my more normal state of general crabbiness.

I am very crabby about the person who opened my bag of cookies and neglected to close it so that they were all stale before I got to eat any of them. My brother Matthew is the culprit, I'm quite sure. He took my son to his soccer game and, obviously, before he left, he opened the cookies and just left them. I'm going to lay into him about that. I bet he doesn't do that at his house.