Another wild Friday has come and gone. Actually, the Friday hasn’t quite gone yet, it’s only 9. However, as we go to bed at 9:30, the wild was gone about 3 days after we turned 87. Rock on.

In other news, there isn’t anything to report (we lead a boring, boring existence, remember), save that Sarah continues to work hard, and I continue to not work hard or work at all. Rock on.