Another fabulous weekend in Lansing comes to a close. I always have the BEST time here. Always, always, always. AJ's one of my fave people, by far. Oh, how distance makes the heart grow fonder. I've planted myself back on the futon in the spare bedroom. Culver the St. Bernard's back by my side. The raging aches in my legs have ceased, and even the peculiar sharp pain in my foot has subsided. I shall live to run another day.
Uh. Just not tomorrow.
I'll be back in Madison tomorrow. Back to the studio, back to the cats, and fortunately not back to work until Thursday. Turns out there IS a God, and he's called PTO time.
Goodnight, all. Hope your weekends were as great - just not as painful - as mine.