Oh nuts.

I shut the alarm off this morning and contemplated taking the day off. I have plenty of time off this year (six weeks and one day), but that pesky work ethic eventually kicked in and I hauled my tired ass out of bed and into the shower.

The weekend was fabulous, a perfect antidote to last week's crapfest. I was in Salem on Saturday, meeting a new friend. We hit it off spectacularly well. So well in fact, that we did not stop talking for NINE HOURS. We closed down a tapas place and a Dunkin' Donuts. We strolled through an ancient cemetery and because we did not stop talking, I took maybe one picture. There were strong margaritas, cheap food and priceless people-watching at Friendly's, and talking. Did I mention the talking? I think I maybe finished a third of the stories I started because we kept going off on tangents. My throat still hurts.

Brian got some test results back today. Not so great in some respects, but we'll leave it to the professionals to tell us whether or not we need to worry. I knew all those accidental kicks to his balls would come to no good.

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