The flip side of this is that when the weekend rolls around I am WORN OUT. Friday night I went out on an actual date, and so Saturday I was useless. Keep in mind I still have boxes and boxes of STUFF that just arrived from Colorado and needs to be unpacked. Did I unpack said boxes? Why no. I did not. Well, I did unpack one or two. But mostly, I watched the week's worth of shows on the DVR and napped. And watched football. And snacked. And such. And then I watched (parts of) the Tigers' ass-whoopin by the Vols.
Sunday, I unpacked another box or two. I figure if I do one or two a day, I might have them all done by the time my sister and niece come to visit (yay!) in a couple weeks.
Max and I did get out of the house for a lovely walk. It was truly a perfect fall day.
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Hard work is a good thing from the perspective that when you get to the weekend (or to the end of the grind), the free time feels that much better. Or at least that's how it feels to me. Of course, as it turns out for me usually, I end up using the free time to try and catch up on sleep, which is impossible. Soooo, I say screw the boxes and romp with Max some more. That's ALWAYS worth it. :)
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