Today, I needed a mulligan. I want to start over. I've been wanting to since, well, 8:30 or so. That's about the point when I discovered that one of the cats had used my shirt as a puke-cloth at some point in the not-so-distant past. I hadn't noticed it at home, nooooo - I had to notice it once I got to work. Between that, Feina (the tortie) deciding to use my (black) wrap as a bed last night, running out of work (again), intermittent demonic possession of my computer, and a pain in the toe (again), well, I've been needing to curl up in bed with a kitty and a husband and just pretend today didn't count.