There Every Evening
Monday. Last night I went by the sushi place, had my large hot sake and a California Roll and, well, a couple of other dishes: the grilled thinnly sliced beef was nice and the tuna thing was excellent. Still, a two day weekend all funky headed and pooped, but a good night's sleep and an excellent day today. Weird. I like to say it takes two days to get ready for the weekend, but when I have a three day weekend it takes three days to get ready for the weekend and when I have a week's vacation it takes a week to get ready for vacation. Which makes me think maybe, um, a lot of this is in my head.
Well, yes. Aching mouth, aching head?
Ah, true. It is all in my head. No reason to be concerned.
The laundry is finishing up as I write (there was no way in hell I could even think about it over the weekend) and this is good. I was down to my last pair of shorts this morning. The pants were ready for the wash. I was running low on socks. My bed sheets were, well, we won't go there. Bad enough I went there every evening to sleep.