I’m finally home, curled up with Tango on the couch with a tummy full of spicy carrot soup from The Sprout and fudge cake from Rocket. I think we eat out too much, it’s a bad habit. I also determined that I’m married. Last night I spent the evening laying in bed doing crosswords with Brandon while Republic of Doyle was on in the background. This is my week to be sooky, though, so… whatever. It’s comfortable.