Holiday

What is it that just makes an extra day off of work feel so decadent? It's not like I dig ditches for a living, but a three day weekend is a great way to recharge. I'm usually wiped out by Friday afternoon.

As usual, I planned way too much for one day. My plan was to get up at 5:00 this morning and jump right into my HMC Bible study. When the alarm went off though, I couldn't haul my carcass out of bed to save myself. I slept until 7:00, and then jumped into my day.

The whole day flew by in a whirlwind of cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping, more cleaning, and dinner-fixing. Now it's 6:00 and all I have to show for my holiday is a horrid knot under my left shoulder blade from some over-zealous tub scrubbing.

I think my reward for the busy day will be some DVD episodes of the BBT, and squaring and ironing my newly washed quilt fabric. That, and the sundae that Q is out picking up for me.