The days off started well, with a short work day on Friday and a trip to see Isle of Dogs. Which was a bunch of pleasures all at once. How much can I not like any weekend that started that way?
Then yesterday, on the way to another failed attempt at JoAnn's to find some fabric I'd want to make into a curtain for my front door, I stopped spontaneously to check out the new strip mall poke place (we finally got one). That was one super-tasty rice bowl of freshie fresh food, and I didn't do too bad chopsticking it, considering I haven't used chopsticks in years. Next time maybe the ramen. A sushi burrito doesn't appeal to me.
Maybe there'll be some highlight of today I haven't yet dreamed of. I bet it'll be out in the world if there is. So I should get dudded up and get to it, yes? Me and good-a dog. Let's do it. Let's stir something up, and chase these blahs away.