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Sunday snuck in like a mouse, which is fine by me. It didn't storm in like you Monday. Sleeping until twelve meant I wasn't obliged greet the day at six am. Even waking at eight for a half hour was acceptable. A call from fired friend roused us and we headed to the pool for several hours of lounging. Episodes of Blue Bloods and a batch of meatballs with pasta wrapped the day in a little bow.
It was a (nearly) drama-free, EP-free, hangover-free weekend. It was not a bruise-free, family in bed-free, hilarity-free weekend, which is as I prefer. My only real requests in retrospect about last weekend are that it lasted longer so I could both continue lounging and get some errands done and that someone's phone wasn't lost/stolen, though I was happy to have her around all weekend as a result. Yes, you hon. ;) I will aim to appreciate you, to look forward to a Monday. Hmmm, how about the eleventh of July? I will enjoy that Monday as it is the first one of summer vacation. Until then, they'll most likely continue to feel like this: