We slept in. Way in. Very close to 9. Nice.
Today is a big day. Huge. I got up and had breakfast. Read the paper. Cleaned up a little in the house. Showered, dressed and went to work. It’s the time of year where I work some weekends. I hate it. I hate my job, most days. Definitely Sunday.
Well, nothing to tell. Hit the office and worked 6 hours and went home. I refuse to write about what I did. I just did it. All of Sunday or at least the good hours.
Having done my time, I left for home. Nothing of note on the drive. Nothing.
Home was good. Emily has dinner ready – homemade meatballs, grilled asparagus, a nice salad. Wine. An exciting end to a boring day. Dinner was delicious, and does make my day better.
Since this is a regular work day, sort of, we sat on the couch and watched bad TV. Soon to bed.