somehow i maxed out on vacation, and while the real remedy would be to go on a proper holiday, the immediate remedy is to take a day off. so i took a day off, and am now running the roost on a weekday. i had planned on sleeping until 11, but that was fouled by weird dreams of my teeth being super flexible and falling out/popping back in on command (dream interpreter people, feel free to chime in). now i'm awake and trying to figure out what the peautiful day has in store. outdoor lunch seems like the most obvious option, but i also can't remember the last time i had the house to myself for more than a couple of hours and am sort of enjoying it.
either way, happy weekend!