Millions

So, where were we? Right, Dylan has stopped sleeping and eating, started chatting in pidgin, and prefers to remain within six inches of me at all times. Meanwhile, it is a million degrees and I have spent the past million hours gazing at (the all new all confusing) powerpoint hoping it will make a brilliant scientific poster for me. I am therefore functioning at about the level of a garden gnome and the best entertainment I can offer today is a picture of my pretty pretty dog. I invite you to enjoy the lovely color of his fur, the ubiquitous snout, and the nice floppy ears. (sorry...I told you...garden gnome)

Oh wait, I also have a Tip of the Day. If I should happen to mention that I am, uncharacteristically, in a tired cranky state, it is not strictly necessary, in your enthusiasm to support and validate my every word, to heartily agree and mention that in your opinion this state has lasted three days.