It's Sunday night, after a fairly decent weekend. I'm drinking a beer, listening to music from my I-Tunes, and feeling relective. Amos Lee's "Violin" is playing now and it's perfect.
I didn't write at all this weekend. I feel vaguely guilty, but Friday I got hammered at the day job. Customer after customer, problem after problem. I handled everything, including one of my employees who tried to help but only suceeded in making things worse. But by Friday night I felt like a dishwrag, wrung out many times. Sigh.
I did good though. Not a single margarita all weekend and not very much beer also. I got a lot done around the house, saw Unknown at the movies with the awesome Liam Neeson and cooked. I even did some core exercises today at home - planks and crunches and weights.
Despite that, I'm still not ready for Monday. Though I do need to get back to writing. So bring it on. Bring it on.
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