Is it Monday, or Sunday?

Three day weekends just screw up my equilibrium. It feels like Sunday, yet it's Monday, and then the rest of the week is weird too. Even with me not "working" outside the house, tomorrow will feel like Monday and so forth. Pooey. Today is another BBQ day-- this time @ a friend's house instead of over here at our place. So aside from reading some of my new book (Bitten, which so far is pretty good-- if a little too heavy on the "oh, please, I don't want to be a werewolf" angst) I will work out, make a pasta salad of some sort to take to D&J's house, and then just socialize. I have work to do, you know, but as I get older, it becomes less easy to get things done. There's just too much loafing possibility in a day, you know? And if I do too much, my newly painted fingernails will smudge. And that, dear friends, really chafes my arse.