Today's high points include a baking sheet loaded with bacon, a one-point decline in the pain scale for one guy and just a random dull aching whole face for me, a kid who really freaking loves the Destiny game we fretted over when we lost the pre-order receipt and a pewter envelope from next door with only a polaroid inside.
It was a picture of a plate of toast with cheese.
A peace offering.
I shredded it. The picture, not the toast. I didn't get any toast. I don't want any toast today.
