I snapped this perky little goat at the petting zoo in Bloomington, Illinois one sunny day, and he opitimizes my week: one harried, discombobulated mess. I hope I don't resort to eating grass. A workweek not for the faint of heart. I dream of basking on a sandy beach in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, wiped out from drinking agave blue twisters at Sammy Hagar's Cabo Wabo bar the night before. A billy goat coming up to my ear and waking me up. Scaring me.