This weekend was pretty nice. Rode Saturday morning, got stuff done (never everything, but enough), got some good shopping deals and bought stuff for other people. Then it snowed, just a bit, Saturday night, which was pretty.
Today I laxed around the house, got some more stuff done, went to walmart, bought stuff I've wanted for a while, swung by home, and then came back to the apartment. Where I found that one of the things I bought was screwed up and the other I might not have needed. So I headed back to walmart to return the things and just got home. So my good day is only pseudo good now.
Plus I picked up a bunch of new old dishes so I need to wash all of them. And I'm really at the point in my life where for a week or so I'd like to turn off my brain and put my body in automatic. But humans don't have that luxury. Or at least, I don't. I'm always too fuckin' aware.