What a Nice Day

Work is so overrated.

I didn't sleep as late as I'd hoped, but I did relax, awake, for nearly an hour before I got up, which I love to do. I think it makes the difference between being rested and being jolted out of sleep and into functional mode. It's one of the things I most love about summer vacation. Anyway, I rested, I had a good workout, I tidied up here and there, made some phone calls, and in general had a lovely day.

I have only minor chores for tomorrow, and then Sunday, it appears, R is making the final choice on her wedding gown, and to my amazement, she seems to be leaning towards the one that I liked best! (Everyone liked it best, which is usually enough for her to pick something else. She's quite the stubborn individualist.)

No other news for me today. Thanks to the warnings of a few folk, I'm going to attempt to back up what's left of my D-land archives tomorrow. I had begun copying each entry over to here, and I'd like to continue that, but I have so much more to go that for now, I just want to have a backup. We'll see if that can still be done; I did it a few times in the past, but it takes a long time for the file to download.

I've got just a bit more laundry to put away tonight, and then I hope to stretch out and read some. I'm still reading Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell, and enjoying it, but it's really long; I guess I'm about three-quarters through it. Oh, for the days when I had the time to sit down and read even a long book straight through, even if it took days. I loved doing that.