Finally the weekend. I got up way too early, did all the chores I had to accomplish and no extras, and then journeyed to the other end of the city searching for a 13" palette knife. No such luck.
I came home and pretty much have just vegetated, shifting every so often on the couch and thinking, "Ow! My poor derriere. I didn't know you could pull muscles there doing CPR compressions."
Tomorrow I am meeting a friend to stare at some ancient bits of paper.
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