I wanted so badly to write something interesting for you guys today, but there was a very loud car crash outside of my apartment at 4am. As far as I know no one was hurt and the driver did not hit any of the cars parked on the street. I'm imagining a magnificent action sequence in which the driver hit by the hit-and-run is actually a Shield agent and drove off to chase down the evil fiend. There was no way I could turn my brain off after that, so I'm drinking a supremely strong cup of coffee and knitting my afghan square, hoping that work today will only be a minimal amount of crazy.
Isn't that color spectacular?