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Exhausted and headachy. Spring must be here. Stupid treesex.

Ronan has a nasty little cold, so I couldn't go for our daily walk. And while he's cranky, he's in no way low on energy . . . this made today rather fun . . . not.

I made part of dinner, Tom made the other part. We ate. Ronan flung spoons. Fun was had. I'm now taking another break, attempting to keep my head from exploding.

In other news, it's raining. While this is no doubt contributing to my malaise, I'm quite happy that the ground is getting a good dampening.