All told it was a very good night, and even though we didn't shoot a single bit of pool it was a good end to a week that was "short" for me (four work days as opposed to five) but still somehow incredibly long.
It's good to be home. I'm listening to Voice Male on MP3, I have Ra curled upon my shoulders and purring like a posessed thing, and no major plans for tomorrow aside from some minor chores. I need to chip in around the apartment and do some cleaning and vacuuming, but I really am looking forward to being able to sleep in for an extra hour or two in the morning.
I'm too alone to be proud