Brevity/a Sunday

My internet decided to die at home, but the dog and I held it together... we went to the park and got caught in the downpour.  I then drug him into a torture chamber filled with soap and water, followed by an apologetic pig's ear.  The damp morning was soon followed by sewing nasty packing blankets into set covers... sadly it is taking longer than I would hope for... I would of course hope for the magical ability to wiggle my nose and have them assemble themselves, but somehow that is not working. 
Dog is tired of this joint.

Me too.
I'm going home to make myself something warm and garlic-y for this cold rainy Sunday.
Peace out.