Weekends are for… cleaning?

If you’re me, and you live in this apartment, then at least Sunday is. That’s exactly what I spent the last 2 hours or so doing (I’m being nice, it felt longer). But, it was still nice to actually have the weekend to myself, and get some time to just shut down for a bit. Friday night was dinner and a movie at my cousin’s place, and yesterday was pretty much the same with the exception that yesterday I also borrowed her washing machine. Hey, it beat the fuck out of paying a buck and a half per machine per load, thankyaverymuch. When you take into account that, since I moved up here, this is the first weekend I actually had where I was off, and not busier than I would be at work, all told I’d say it wasn’t bad in the slightest. Of course, any weekend wherein an afternoon can be killed shooting the shit over coffee can’t be any less than awesome. Anyone who disagrees can move on to the next blog. 😛
The place still probably isn’t entirely as clean as I’d like it to be, but… it’s definitely clean. So says the stack of dishes sitting on my kitchen counter right now. I love that no matter how busy a week I end up having, I’m always guaranteed at the least two days off with which to play catchup with everything that falls behind while I’m running my ass off. Two days may not always be enough, but for the moment, I sure as hell won’t complain. Except, maybe, that they don’t pay me to catch up on things around here. But, can’t have it all.

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