...you see, there is this:

...and that makes my day worth mentioning.

Spike is still sick... Red is sick too... sick, sick sick sick, and I already know that if I'm gonna catch it, I'm gonna catch it... fever of 100+ degrees, aching, hurting, all that good stuff. Not looking forward to it.

It's an odd day.

It's a beautiful day.

It's... a day. *grins*

The world should have days like this more often?

Yes. I have things I should do. Things I should worry about. Things that matter. I will think about them later... for now...

...for now, there is a beautiful boy with that mark on his thigh, and another beautiful boy who needs me here-and-now. It works out.