I just had a very pleasant dinner with a long-time workmate who I had come to believe was crazy as a shithouse rat. She's not. Drinks and talking are always a good remedy when you think a friend has flaked.
Sly B worked her ass off tonight pulling weeds. Ah, it's nice to have a wife. The dishes are done too!
Tomorrow is Friday, and that can't be bad.
Maybe it's the Pumphouse Brewery Igniter Pale Ale (yum - 8 out of 10 beer nipples) talking here, but I feel completely content in this moment.