Normally I'd be at work, but we put Little One-Eyed Dog down this morning. Her cancer was aggressive, and it would have been cruel to let her go on like this. And so the Lovely and distraught Mrs. Borepatch and I wanted to just stop for a minute.
And it's Valentine's Day. And Starbucks Concealed Carry Tuesday.
It reminds me of being at the airport, really, only nicer and without luggage. Lots of SWPL types on iPads. And us. Oh, and their bacon, egg, and Gouda sandwich is pretty good.