but I am LE TIRED

Trying to post every day in November. I can't possibly have any remaining readers, though, can I?

Dog is at my feet, chewing at a once-stuffed plush rabbit that he has carefully turned inside out. He finds a way to bite its remaining plastic bit slowly with his front teeth, so that it sounds like nails on a chalk board.

I can't think of anything else to write. Pour me some wine, please.