Morning.

I'm in Illinois. Very nice chinese last night, which caused an immediate happy food coma. Sleep was interrupted  by Abbey, nudging me awake at 6am. Nice breakfast with plenty of fruit and a lovely melting cinnamon roll. Ankle improving,  its now more like a sulky teen, being dragged to a family event it has no interest in.
"God! Do I have to? Really?!"
"Yes you do. Quit bitching and get hitching."