lagilman | That Was the Weekend That Was

For anyone who might care, the "don't bust your ass on the weekends, take some regular downtime" routine went something like this:

Saturday morning, the household didn't even start to stir until nearly 10am. Even the cats slept in (after ElderCat threw up at 4am, anyway). And then it was raining and I felt no urge or need to do...well, anything. So I sat on the sofa and rewatched both seasons of Sherlock, and knitted, and thought sort of idly about the things I needed to get done.

Knitting: the art of being productive while procrastinating.

Sunday I'd PLANNED to go downtown for brunch, but, well, that didn't happen. I did get to sleep in until 9, though! And no cats threw up (that I was aware of). A slightly less lazy day, in that I finished my MindMeld response (mainly, cutting my 1500 word response into something vaguely more on topic), and got the laundry done and read part of a Book Not Mine. I still need to re-edit the response, though, because it still isn't quite saying what I wanted to, and it's due tomorrow, oh shit. It may end up becoming a full blog post, instead. In my copious spare time and braincells.

And then a call for dinner with my sister, in town for 24 hours, so that's what I did instead of the Oscars. :-)

OH in the House:

"...this chapter needs a better transition."
"Suddenly, a shot rang out?"
"...actually, that could work."

(some time later)

"I need an ingest / in jest pun."
"If I told you to let it pass, would you think I was kidding?"
"....marry me."