I'm feeling tentatively acceptable. Tara drove us out to Kennett, and we laid in bed watching dumb movies. She washed a contractor trash bag full of our dirty clothes, and we headed back to the city. We stopped by Carraba's to use a gift card. I left a sub-par tip and had a mild jackass-attack about that and the fact that I'm behind my savings plan for the bicycle trip. For as highly as I think of myself, I can start to be dopey at the drop of a hat.