The modern age is a queer thing. Here I sit in my Seattle home, my Terrible Towel hanging next to me, drying from the rains in Pittsburgh last night/this morning.
Rain notwithstanding, the evening was pure bliss. Another person might have wished for a more competitive game. A better person, specifically.
In other news, if all goes as planned, d'Andre returns home tomorrow to find, God willing, my underwear stashed at the foot of his bed.