This weekend could have gone better. On Saturday, I drove for ten hours (five there and five back, give or take) to go to a remembrance for the father of a friend from elementary school who I hadn’t seen in the better part of a decade, only to get there and not be able to find the place and have none of my contacts in the area answer their phones. At least I got to see my mom for awhile. So that was my Saturday.
Sunday was better than that, by a margin, but I tried to fit a weekend into one day, with mixed results. So far, Monday has been busy but fairly productive, if almost entirely in the form of day-job stuff. Still, could definitely be worse, especially since I’m running on fumes from not getting enough sleep last night.
A new story by William Browning Spencer didn’t hurt matters.