End Of The Week

Ugh. I got the back-to-work-tomorrow-after-a-week-off blues. Rich and I tried to make the best of it with a delicious roast and a beer at The Wolf (always a splendid time) before a movie at home. It was nice, but I think a combo of Sunday blues, period hormones, lack of sleep moodiness, and lingering grief has me just in an irreversible funk. I am hoping I will sleep tonight, and work tomorrow is not too bonkers, and that will squash this cloud.