One problem with surreal weekends is that it's REALLY hard to get back into any kind of responsible work groove.
And the house is a mess and has yet more things going wrong with it. Sometimes I think it'll be a miracle if we can keep it together long enough to sell.
But I'm going to go scrub out the remains of the quarter cup of coffee I left in my cup (eww) and try to kill this stupid sinus headache, and then get some writing done.
I wonder where my replacement Macbook battery is?
Gosh it's cold outside.