I just got the coffee on; Alane is out getting the bagels; Airport Guy is playing Super Smash Brothers against Cookie with Mojo looking on and cheering.

My head is killing me -- I feel like I was attacked last night by an angry lemon tree. The morning light shows half a bottle of limoncello on the counter, and empty one in the recycling container.

I hope Alane gets back soon with those bagels -- I need to put one under my head as a pillow.

I gotta pull myself together... Someone's gotta make the meatballs.