My labor day was...mildly laborious.
It started off with another epic day of sleeping in, I guess making up for you know...fourteen days straight of drinking. I'm pretty sure that happened. Yeah, my body has needed some rest. So I've given my self some selftime, good old-fashioned lazing. I mean, it's the end of my vacation.
Tomorrow it's back to...work.
But santosha, right? I'm going to try to be content. Not bitch and moan about goddamnIdon'twanttogoback.
I'm half cleaning, half lazing. Enjoying the final, rapidly diminishing moments of my freedom.
And you know.
Cuddling with my cat.