How is it after 2pm already? And where did the past 48 hours go?
Every time I get a long weekend with WJ gone, I make all sorts of plans (in my head). But mostly things just take on a form of their own and move on a different time continuum. I always have so many things I want to do, start, accomplish. And there should definitely be enough time for all of them. In theory.
Instead I sit here finishing my morning coffee and breakfast at almost 2:30pm.