Exhaustion has set in. I slept terribly last night, despite the crash after cleaning all weekend and making Easter dinner for 6. It was a success, but then it's hard to screw up a spiral ham. The instructions are printed on the plastic wrap. In fact, I was remarkably proud of my matching serving set and the tablecloth/napkins/runner/vase that all matched the living room. It was actually pretty scary. I'm somewhat ashamed of the happiness this small domestic success has brought on, but then I so rarely do anything challenging in that arena that I should be proud.