Good Morning, Children.
Your Auntie Mephit is sick with a vaguely flu-like illness, lying in bed, wishing for death. (kidding! that's just the body aches talking) I got nothing done over the weekend and didn't even make it to work today, unless I rally significantly, tomorrow isn't looking good either.
I have no pretty sunrises to show you but here's a shot of my thinned out, reorganized closet.