Yesterday morning we ran into town to cat sit for a friend and run some errands. We'd been home about 5 minutes when Hope called me and said "come play!" So I did (Scrabble, Phase 10). About the time they were sitting down for dinner, I got hit with the tired stick. I hung out while they ate (I wasn't hungry yet), then loaded up the car (we hadn't brought home our presents on Christmas, due to the rain), and came home. I pulled out leftovers for our dinner, chattered at faecat a bit, and was falling asleep on a book by 9:00.