Post-posting for the post

So yesterday was consumed with a fever of preparation, some ice cream and an analytic session where we tried to figure out what Godzilla meant to me. In an effort to pace myself, I went to see some old co-workers for a coffee, but I was tedious because of not being able to think of anything else. And I remain tedious this morning, and unable to think of anything else. I haven't wanted anything this badly since last February. What is it with mid-winter and passionate longing?

I could go on, but it would only be about the same thing this morning. So instead, here's a picture of the cutest, the best, the most phenomenal chubby baby in the whole universe . . .