The Hours

Sunday night is a night of review and appraisal. As weekends go, this one wasn't so fun. I mowed the lawn most expertly for over 3 hours, worked on the diss for about 5 hours, graded papers and planned the week for another 4. Major outing was dinner at Afghan restaurant last night with husbandman. I don't feel sorry for myself because my productivity was quite remarkable, but I do need to work on planning more fun into the days off. Otherwise, I get a little surly and hostile toward those around me.

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jw
hey ms. jw. i can't understand the butler either. but at least we know that she exists. and that surely counts for something.