I slept like the dead.

I don’t think I moved too much in the night.

I was pretty much out as soon as my head hit the pillow. That’s the thing with weekends off, after two nights my body just relaxes. But don’t worry, it’s Sunday today. Time to start amping up anxiety and all that good stuff: I go back to work tomorrow evening.

We didn’t do anything yesterday, and it was glorious. We just were couch locked. We didn’t do anything that had to be done we were content being in the moment.

Since I did the chores last Monday or Tuesday, they’ll go pretty quickly today. I should be able to bang most of them out as they pop up on my reminders.

Other than that, dinner at Shady Acres, and before that – brunch. We won’t talk about the wings disaster last night. No, we won’t.