Sleepy. At my desk. Work is steady but uninvigorating. Max the fuzball is sleeping soundly... like a little brown log with paws. He opens his eyes once in awhile when his owner makes a noise with her food. Ever hopeful.
It seems like it should be Friday, not Wednesday. Though Wednesday's better than Tuesday and much much better than the M-word. Going back to working full time is kicking my butt. Just that month or so off for the wedding and moving got me back in the habit of having enough time to do whatever I want. I accomplished nothing that I wanted to last night. My scrapbooking sits half-done, the foosball table looks lonely, my desk at home is crazy looking.
Last night, I got home about 5:30 and dinner was immediately (1/2 hour cook time). So we got done with that about 7. Then Blake and I looked through some cookbooks for recipes for this week and we headed out to the grocery store about 7:20. We were at Shaw's until about 8:15. We got home, put groceries away and chilled out. I went to bed at 10:30 or so.
I blame the wine. I only had one glass. Little Penguin Chardonnay. Not amazing, but it's a good everyday wine because it's not expensive.
This weekend there is a Brewer's festival in Burlington. Should be super-fun. I am slowly but surely increasing my taste for beer. Just one more step in my plan to become the world's cheapest date.
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