Between several changing of households, visitors, relationships, being sick, various jobs, and multiple bikes, I feel like I've been running at a sprint since Christmas. All excellent and fun (except for the sickness), but today is the first in a long while for just...decompression. Not necessarily doing nothing, more like not having to have anything done? If Thai food appears in a box in front of me, I'll happily eat it.
A week of cat-sitting in Oakland couldn't come at a better time.