Roadside Assistance

An incredibly productive weekend.  Got to see my pal Jim and eat a bunch of pasta and catch up.  I've done scads of laundry, got rid of a huge bag of clutter, took the dog for a bath, went to Great Harvest for bread, and Trader Joe's, and Aldi.

And I dropped into Macy's for some new sheets that were on sale. 

Matt and I went to Lowe's this morning, had breakfast together.  Piper has spent tons of quality time outside and the weather has cooperated beautifully - high 50s, low 60s.  Thanks, Global Warming!

I have ordered some clothes for Arkansas, assuming we get to ever go to Arkansas.  If not, I have khakis for summer, and that's never a bad thing.  I need shirts.  I need decent pair of blue espadrilles.  I think.

So, there's something kind of fun that I learned recently.  The "official" name of my neighborhood is Sunnyside.  I love that I live in Sunnyside.  It's so specific to my personal outlook. 

The weekend is drawing to a drowsy close.  There's food in the fridge, sheets in the washer, the dog is napping and I'm nodding off a little in front of the hockey game.

Tomorrow, back to work.  I have some documents that need a final coating of whipped cream.

And find out what's going to happen with the training.  And then we'll see.

We. Shall. See.