Despite the interspecies battle that took place in our bed last night and its exceedingly prolonged aftermath (Nicholson and Ginger's grudge match goes back a good ten years), I was out the door to finish the shopping and back home again before the morning was half-spent. I may regularly wait until the last minute after this year--the roads were nearly empty, there were plenty of parking spaces, and those fellow shoppers I encountered did not appear to be either harried or hostile.