I'd say it was Miller Time but I don't touch the stuff and my boss lets me drink on the clock anyway.
I think, today, I did okay.
Tomorrow I fix the bad draft of article #3, pick up my shiny new apartment keys, proofread "Lucky Day," and pack more. I may in fact blow off lifting weights and running in favor of hefting boxes. Or maybe I will go for a nice jog outside, if the weather's okay.
My god. It's full of stars.
We in the US of A spring forward a week from Sunday, by the way, for anybody still confused by the Bushian time adjustment. Soon my sunsets will be later and I will be getting up in the dark again.