Hm. When you suddenly decide to stop at Wendy's, get a huge spicy chicken sandwich, eat that along with half of your son's abandoned hamburger and quite a few of their fries, and then respond to your partner's query as to whether you wanted anything at the store with 'cake or pie' (he brought home two kinds of cake, one quite apple pie-like, and I had some of both), maybe that means something. These are not my typical eating habits. I think I'm tired. Or cold. Or tired and cold. Going to go tuck myself into bed now.