Longest day of the year. Yes. Awesome. But does the workday really need to attempt to stretch accordingly? The last forty minutes have taken approximately three hours. According to my internal chronometer, I should be leaving for the day. Instead, it's not even lunchtime. AND it's Thursday when it feels like Friday. Sigh.
But tomorrow is the Boy's birthday, and we shall celebrate accordingly. And Saturday is the day that the puppy arrives! Lacey will be picking him up from his foster folks in the morning, and then our household will have its newest member.
