You'd think that this being the case I'd have something to say. But negatory, good buddy. I got zip. I have a lot of thoughts and feelings, but they're just hanging out, half-formed and gooey.
Maybe something cool will happen over the weekend. Maybe that something won't have to do with painting another room or packing a box or ironing a shirt or cleaning a litter box or being careful with my ankle.
We'll see. OH WE'LL SEE!*
*That's a threat.
EDITED TO ADD SOME ACTUAL CONTENT:
Conversations with co-workers
Co-worker: You seem to be getting around ok.
Leslie: Well I’d rather get around at a normal pace with some discomfort than avoid discomfort but walk around like someone...
Co-worker: like someone with a sprained ankle?
Leslie: … … … Yes.
Co-worker: You’re looking casual today.
Leslie: Your face is casual today.