Feels like bedtime to me

Even though it's only 8:30. This entire week has been an energy sink of some kind, even with the full moon.

While I was cataloging my ears and tail off at work, Gary was being exceptionally industrious at home. He baked bread, and finished up some weaving-related tool improvements he had promised me, as well as doing all the usual daily barn and animal chores and spending time browsing the websites of nearby shelters looking at dogs in need of homes.

He has events all weekend too, so I'm going to be on my own for much of it.