So we survived the hot weekend. We survived a gas leak. And we survived binge-watching “The Curse of Oak Island.” Basically, we survived.
But that isn’t fair, really, as we also had good food and laughs. There was a late-night swim with our buddy Feeny. There were naps and painting and filing and living. It was a weekend. And weekends, at their best, are lovely.
It was lovely. And now it’s on to Monday, Monday. I can trust that day. And today is a good day for a good day. Let’s live it, shall we?
Here we go…