It almost doesn’t matter what happens on any given Monday. It could be a good day, a bad day, a normal day…it still takes forever. Today wasn’t any particular kind of day. Work was busy, but in a good way. The company band had its first meeting of the year tonight, and that was both fun and frustrating. I didn’t get home until about 8 o’clock, which kinda sucks, but the dogs were fine and I didn’t have anything to do anyway. I watched some TV (last week’s episode of Fringe may have been the grossest yet), and I think I’m going to crawl into bed and read. This is the one night a week the dogs get to come upstairs with me, at least until John gets home. They keep me company when I’m alone in the house. Oops. It’s later than I thought and Roxy needs her medicine.
Lemon out.