Typical morning at home

It's 11:59 on Sunday. I've been pedaling for an hour and a half, and it is raining for the first time this season. I always take this as something of a personal holiday, suddenly emotional things are hurting less than they have in 4-5 years, and I'm pretty happy. Miz Kaya, the Best Parrot in the World, is begging me for another spray-bottle bath, but her feathers are still soaked through from the last one.

The collie floats up when I take a break, and I pet him and feel something odd. Bliss Like Chaos, can you explain why you are wearing Mardi Gras beads this morning? There was a party that good last night and you didn't tell me?