I have nothing to give tonight.
Nothing to say, unless you count some earlier profanity directed at Axel, who was A Very Bad Dog, and Freya, who was A Very Bad Dog’s All-Too-Willing Very Bad Sidekick. It might be the other way around.
Nothing was actually destroyed except my hopes for a peaceful dinner, so I’m well on my way to being over it. The dogs, of course, are over it already. They look like sweet angels when they are napping, instead of Very Bad Dogs.