Productive: Saturday morning started off fairly productive. I made breakfast, finally touched up the spots in the bathroom that needed more paint, then left Lloyd to do his nerd thing while I went to Lincoln.
Not as productive: My mistake in Lincoln was getting groceries first, so the cold things started to thaw a bit while I scoured thrift stores for interesting finds. (I didn’t find anything.)
Disappointing: When I returned, Lloyd had not moved one muscle from in front of the computer. (He wrote a spreadsheet to track science fiction authors and their awards. I can’t even understand it. He should write a post about it.) I went in to check the bathroom, and every spot I touched up stood out like a sore thumb, as if I had used a different finish of paint. DANG IT!!!!!! I was so mad, I just second-coated the whole dang thing while saying many inappropriate words. I wash my brown-stained hands of the whole affair.
Stupid but fun: When I opened the window to let in some fresh air in the bathroom, I thought, “Y’know, it’s surprisingly warm, and I’ve never slept outside in the winter before.” The temperature was supposed to only get down to 27, so I plonked the tent on the porch, got out the camping mattress and the biggest, warmest down blanket in the house and slept like a baby. A fussy baby who wakes up every couple of hours and wonders why it’s outside, but a baby nonetheless. I even woke up in time for church!
The rest of Sunday was pretty lazy. I made a few things to eat and napped quite a bit. It was delightful.
Brad says
It sounds like a great weekend! …except for the bad parts.