divine angst

After a week of travel and family and Christmas and food and more food and presents and more food, Mr. Angst and I are back home with Himself.^[1]

All is right with the world.

1. Who, by the way, is completely zonked out. Maybe just being boarded is exhausting for him? He doesn’t get as much exercise as he might when boarded since he can’t be put in with the general population of dogs to play and wear himself out, but he’s definitely worn out. Maybe he feels a little like I do—he’s home and can finally relax. ↩