If my hands weren’t typing on the keyboard, they would be covering my face right now, because I’m tired and weary, and I know you don’t care, but I insist on telling you anyway, and this is the dance that we must do if I am going to spend these last few minutes of my day informing you of all the things that just happened, instead of blissfully drifting off to sleep.
Ok, look, I made quick work of that part. Let’s get down to business—