Now, I kind of feel like I was used to scrub pots and then wrung out and hung over the faucet, but a lot of work did get done.
Saturday is probably a wash, or mostly so, between needing to buy groceries and afternoon errands and social thing in the evening. Tomorrow, though, and Sunday both have potential. Next weekend is shot--I'll be in New Hampshire--so I guess I'd better have the draft done by then so I can goof off with friends on whale boats and possibly shooting ranges in good conscience. Also, there might be herptiles.
Anyway, you can stick that fork now. My brain is done.