Work has been kicking my ass lately. We took on a huge new client with high expectations and seemingly low tolerance for silliness. Plus the boss has been out for a week, and I've been the unfortunate soul named on her Out of Office email bounce.

Bleah.

But, it's nearly November. The braces are almost off, although still cranked down tightly in hopes of having them done by Christmas. Cousins are marrying. Friends are moving their bars into new, larger digs. Puppies are onery.

And there will be Irish dancing, hurling, and beers in the park this weekend. Annual Irish Festival. I think I may buy a kilt. Or at least the family tartan.

That is all.