Caught up at last, brain bleach coming out of ears.
Great day for once, slept in until 1300 as am on nights.
Found the sock fairy had put 6 new pairs of socks in my sock drawer.
Breakfast of sausage eggs and toast (and cat hair, as he is moulting with the unseasonably warm weather).
Partner puts bread out on table in garden for birds. Cat looking out of window can almost be heard thinking (in Sylvester voice) "Firstht my athithtant puts out bait. Thecond Fudge maketh little birdieth dithappear when birdieth land on table. What do you mean The Prethtige says I have to make them reappear. Does bringing their boneth back count?"
Murdoch Mysteries back on Alibi TV a week on Tuesday. Even working tonight doesn't seem too bad.