Tired in Toronto

I'm so numb with tiredness right now. From a day-long conference (wherein I was supposed to determine some kind of intelligent, strategic perspective that will assist a program area in moving forward) to a doctor's appt. (for the foot) to a recital for my daughter to a dinner out with said daughter and her friend (whose single father asked for some tactical support this evening - they're upstairs singing / screaming as I write this) to the work going on in my garden. Man, I'm knackered. And tomorrow, it's a super early day for a super early meeting before which I need to fix (nay, veritably rewrite) a time-sensitive document and think about how to cohesively present myself and my ideas.

So, in lieu of comprehensive - much less exciting - text, here's a photo of some of the tags that came with the great things we got at Apt. 909 on the weekend:

A few weeks ago, Dreamecho wrote about a great vintage store in the Boston area that tags its items in a similar way.

Now if one of these could simply explicate modern living...