...but I think I have the whole weekend off.
Of course, my job being my job, that's not guaranteed, conditions may change at any moment, I may be receiving a call from my manager pertaining to Sunday work, blah blah blah, WHAAAT? WHAT WAS THAT? I DIDN'T CATCH THAT; YOU'RE BREAKING UP. YOU NEED ME TO WHAAAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU, I'M HANGING UP NOW AND I'LL TALK TO YOU MONDAY, OKAY?
But yes, I'm pretty sure I have the weekend off.
Which is good, because one of my favorite people is getting married tomorrow, and I'm surely going to be a witness to that, and then some more of my favorite people are having a party tomorrow night. And then on Sunday, Eric's younger sister, yet another one of my favorite people, is arriving for a short visit. (I guess I have a lot of favorite people. It's nice that way.)
So this is good news indeed. It'll be fun, but it won't be particularly relaxing, which is why I'm sitting on my ass alone on a Friday night, luxurating in my slugdom. Squish. Squish.