One equal temper of heroic hearts

I'm surprised Todd hasn't made me wear socks on my hands by now.

I mean, I've been pretty productive today, considering. I did other things that didn't involve Michael Emerson or Michael Emerson's seemingly undiagnosed thyroid condition. I did a whole load of laundry, washed linens, ran the dishwasher, dusted the parlour (okay, so technically it's a living room; Todd and I just like calling it "the parlour"), ran the vacuum, washed some windows and took a spider outside all my by myself. I was very occupied.

It looks like I'll be going home mid-afternoon on Thursday. I'm excited to see my family again.