The oft warned, seldom invoked excuse of baby has cropped up today.
Uberdude knocked on my on my door this morning and handed me The Contrarian. Apparently he had spent all night trying to design a robot that Wrecking Ball couldn't one-shot (to no avail).
The Brain is purging some kind of computer virus from her mainframe today, and she needs time to just relax.
So I am on baby patrol.