I am home sick today, barely able to muster the strength to type.  I will fight through the agonizing pain and fever-induced hallucinations though, so Munkirs can read my 40-word summary of the weekend.  Woe is me, WOE!!!

As luck would have it, I really didn’t do much so this shouldn’t take long.  Friday, remarkably, I went to happy hour at the Brooksider.  It’s a good way to close out a week.  Didn’t really stay too long.  The “holiday spirit” is starting to ramp up, and it annoys me, so I left.  Humbug.

Saturday it was back to the Brooksider, for our friend Murray’s 68th birthday.  I honestly had no idea he was 68;  If somebody told me it was his 50th I’d have believed it.  I think he’s evidence that a low-stress lifestyle is good for you.  We had just a fine party, cake and all.  We stayed quite a while…  And that was it for Saturday.  Rounded it out with a night of bad TV and a few hundred games of solitaire.  Woo-hoo.

Sunday I got to wake up bright and early and go in for a bonus day of work.  It wasn’t bad…  Got fed at least, and didn’t have to watch the Chiefs.  On the downside it effectively killed my entire day.  Donette made a meatloaf and french fries for dinner, which was delicious.  Not that meatloaf is particularly notable, but I felt like I needed to throw that in there to get an additional sentence in this paragraph.