Ripping winds outside. Cold. Spaghetti sauce w/ Italian sausage simmering. Dr Who marathon on the telly. Work to be done. I had to stop and think about what day it was–doesn’t feel like Sunday. Still have one day’s holiday after today. Then the work week starts. All the things that have been put off since mid-December because of Christmas vacations are going to hit us all in the face splat.
Better savor the next two days.