Back in, well, Brown

186 this morning, which is notable by its implausibility. Since shiny things distracted me last night from laundry, all but one pair of ” pants that fit” are in the dryer now.

Good times.

People keep asking me what I’m going to be doing over the weekends, but they never offer an alternative plan. Probably because of the joy in my eyes when I say “Absolutely nothing”

Laundry and a little straightning are the height of my ambition till Mithramas. I really, really like spending time alone, in “comfort.” And the weekend to me is the time qwhen I should not have to leave the house if I don’t want to.

So I won’t.

I laid in most of the supplies I need for a 4 day stay at home last night, although I’ll probably grab the rest tonight/this afternoon on my way home. I’m taking a leisurely trip intot he office today, as I’m likely to be one of a spare handful that actually does so. But the odds of me putting in a full day are miniscule.

I’ll be back here in a few hours. Who knows, I might even do some writing this weekend.

I sure need to.