Why does it feel so much like Sunday?

2nd Covid shot tomorrow. St. Patrick’s Day. Boiling the corned beef brisket as we speak. Hope I’ll be able to partake.

Figure to have a quiet night.

Didn’t accomplish much today, but managed a few lines, some posts, and a bit of research. No workout. Did have a nice walk around the neighborhood, though, which was almost better.

Weather started out well, but took on a distinctly dreary face toward the middle of the afternoon. Not sure if we’re supposed to get rain or snow tonight, but something’s brewing.

Slept in again this morning. Woke up thinking, “And this is bad, why?” I believe I’m forming a dangerous and possibly fatal habit. Gonna have to do something about it—and soon.