Don't You Forget About Me

Had, on the whole, a decent weekend. Woke up way too early both mornings, and compounded that folly by getting up and running errands that could have waited a while. But, heck, I was up so I did stuff. M&M on Saturday afternoon, a nap and reading and some trusty old science-fiction TV in the evening. Went to bed around midnight and that's when the trouble started. My poor choices in food that afternoon came back to haunt me and made quite the exit, if you take my meaning. Sure felt better when it was done.

Sunday was good and lazy, after the aforementioned errands. Watched football. Read. Napped. Repeated. Felt pretty good.