And there's Tom Scola, bringing the cheerful, caffeine-really-is-a-wonder-drug, news.
Daniel, darling man that he is, offered to make breakfast for me this morning. Often I feel guilty about accepting those offers, especially on mornings when he has to get to work, and I've got until afternoon before I need to be anywhere. And then I realized, oh, it's my 37th birthday, I'm feeling weird about that number, and if there's one thing that would cheer me up, it's having my man spoil me rotten.
I'm so lucky.