Runnin' on Empty [and coffee].

Rarely does a [rather large] glass of wine feel as deserved as when I've worked 26 of the last 30 hours.

Only more so if you've done almost that, and your Aunt died last night. I'm so sorry Friend. (I wish I could have given you a bigger hug and a pint glass of wine.)

Nap in the sun, on the beach, with three gals?

I'd like to make this happen. Right. Now.