It's back to work I go

Dave was working Friday night and gone all day Saturday shooting a wedding, so I had a grand total of 18 hours or so by myself over the last two days. I had planned on being productive. I was going to go through clothes for Goodwill; the thought of weeding crossed my mind, as did laundry (fleetingly). I'd even said aloud that I should finish sewing that skirt I started like, 18 months ago.

But instead, I read and watched two movies. If you do the math, it adds up to "Oh my God, it's over," and "I waste time." Oh, and also "I hate Sundays."