The only way I can truthfully say that this weekend did its job was that I managed to find time this afternoon (between games) to write my own paycheck. Now I can go to the bank tomorrow, and then I can get more or less caught up on my bills. Oh, and I finally remembered to do the two loads of laundry Iíve been ďmeaningĒ to do since the middle of last week. The middle being Monday or Tuesday. It couldnít have waited much longer.
Other than that, today was a bust. I watched football, baseball and NASCAR. It was all good, food for the soul and all that, but it didnít help me get ready to face the week ahead. It didnít even help me rest up from the week behind, because I could have been sleeping. I really could have been sleeping, because my eyes were feeling ever so heavy, even during the most exciting parts of the most thrilling games.
I canít say that the whole weekend was a bust. I didnít lay eyes on another living soul today (except through the magic of television), but I did spend last evening with family and friends. A little of a day like that can help me through a lot of days like this.