I am so glad that I don't hate my job because Sundays can be devoted to walks, drinks, and television instead of dread, regret, and television.
I had a really decadent weekend food-wise. Since Friday night I've eaten fried chicken and cream gravy, spring rolls, pork chops, bacon and eggs, and these insane sandwiches that Roone made with goat cheese, Swiss cheese, roast beef, salami, prosciutto, and creamy horseradish on poppy seed rolls. Also lots of good beer and red wine and a shitload of gummi bears. I could barely trundle my puffy ass down the street for a walk this afternoon, and when I got home I had another sandwich. Oof.
I stayed pretty close to home all weekend. Friday night I went to happy hour for a friend's birthday and hung around the house.
Saturday I cooked and had a surprise visit from our friends who moved to Houston last year. They came by with vodka and we hung out in the living room until everyone fell asleep except for my one friend. Among other things, I love her for her ability to get hyper when drunk and stay up very late talking about interesting things. That's a stellar quality in a friend.
Today I went for a walk, worked on a T-shirt design, got intimidated by the police (I'm probably on some spooky FBI watch list now), and hung around the house some more.
Not so exciting, I guess, but right now I am content, drowsy, and very full. Success!