Last night I watched tv and then read. And just kept reading until I finished my book, The Dive from Clausen's Pier, which was about 3.30. It was a good book. Sort of quiet, and definitely mildly melancholy. But good.
This morning I was up around 9.30 or so. I fully meant to go out and run some errands, but I didn't. I actually took a nap for about 45 minutes. Later I went to work. It went well. There was even a small "rush." After tomorrow, it looks like I don't work again until next Wednesday or Thursday. Hm, I wonder how I will fill the time? Anyway, this store has a lot of genuinely nice folks working there, so it's usually pretty fun to be there.