I woken to the News that my dog had a stoke. It wasn't actually a stoke. It's Old dog syndrome. We're see what happens. I didn't feel like finishing the story I had been writing about a ghost in the office but didn't feel like finishing it so I played Murdered: Soul Suspect while watching my dog, which would be a better game if it didn't have those dumb demon things which is why I end up quitting it and not returning to it for months.
I shall see you all next time where I won't be considering the likely hood of owning a twenty-something Border Collie.