Have you ever had one of those brain-dead kind of days? I think I may be getting a cold (that whole body-achey feeling, etc.). So I've mainly been lying around watching Sleepy Hollow, lurking and starring, because I can't think of one witty or interesting thing to say. And then I see fabulous things like Professor Pink's moving, thoughtful, well-written posts on grief, and Whiskey's wonderful ode to Chritter's butt, and I wish I could write like that. Ah well. Instead, you get this.