Warning: This post could be even less coherent than usual

A few months ago, I made a promise to my blog readers to update more regularly and, for the most part, I've stuck to it. So, I'm going to beg off tonight, because I'm not sure I can string more than two sentences together. Here's a brief recap of my day--for extra fun, see if you can spot the parts that left me in this wrecked, depleted state:

• Arise at 4:45 am, as usual on weekdays, even though I won't be working
• Deprive Sebastian dog of food and water, in preparation for his tooth cleaning and other procedures
• Drive hungry, thirsty, confused animal to the vet; gently console while navigating through morning rush-hour traffic
• Pick husband up; drop off at work
• Embark on a 45-mile round-trip errand extravaganza
• Arrive back at home; immediately head outside to mow the yard (front and back)--it was hot
• Talk to vet about Sebastian's procedures while in the shower, cleaning up from lawn-mowing (sorry, Dr. Rauth!)
• A break! Lunch, check email, take a blessed half-hour nap
• Leave to pick up Sebastian dog; note, with dismay, how heavy the traffic is already at 4 pm
• Spend over an hour in crawling, brake-every-ten-feet rush hour traffic with a wigged-out, post-op, hungry/thirsty/whiny dog
• Contemplate several acts of bodily harm
• Arrive at home, finally; feed dogs, feed self; hello, wine bottle my old friend!

And now I'm just knackered, which is why there's no post tonight. I will leave you with one treat, though:

Sigh. His name is Laurence Fox, and he plays the enigmatic Detective Sergeant Hathaway on the BBC detective series Lewis. It's a great show, Mr. Fox is absolutely yummy, and I intend to spend the rest of the evening enjoying it. Thanks for your patience.