Sundays not spent at home

I spent the better part of today:
* taking calls from blithering idiots and belligerent doorknobs
* aching from head to toe
* trying desperately to stay awake
* dealing with coworkers who slather on Bath and Body Works products like Thousand Island dressing on a Reuben

I, however, am home now, and rafaela is here, and I have just had nice hot bowl of miso soup, so the world is considerably better.