I'll be honest in telling you that today has not improved much. My mouse battery died a slow death over the last few hours, just slow enough that I forget every time I stand up from the computer, and I have been repeatedly frustrated since. "Why isn't the cursor moving? Where is the cursor? What is wrong with the mouse? Shit, the battery again!" A dumb mind reel on loop. At present, Ol is utterly committed to an outrageous crying jag that commenced in the bathtub twenty minutes ago when Jack got in and took shotgun, continued during the initiation donning of his new hot dog, ketchup and mustard pajamas (which, btw, I'd hurried to launder today for said initiation because he was so thrilled), persisted amidst a loving backrub by a loving babysitter and showed no sign of letting up after I excused dear Katherine, informed Ol that his nonsense would now have to be his solo nonsense, put him in bed, turned off the lights and shut the door.

Jack was a hot mess when I got home too, with more than the usual amount of dirt about his face and neck, clutching his Darth Maul novel to his chest as if the entire populace was attempting to seize it from him, and so thoroughly disconsolate about something that he was unable to take his shoes up to his closet even though he had to step over them to ascend the stairs.

It's a rat's nest of silliness around here, people, just plum absurd. So perhaps I'd best get excited about Cinco de Mayo and make a margarita in the not-too-distant future.

In an attempt to escape the ululations reverberating throughout my home, I took my pruners and camera out to my peony bush. The two buds burst into bloom today and as it's supposed to rain tonight, I decided to go ahead and pick them so their delicate petals don't get razed. What a spectacular flower!