What day is it?

After having been on vacation for, let me count … four days, I no longer can keep track of the day of the week. It’s Saturday, isn’t it?

My whole week has felt like one long Saturday, so we’ll go with that.

I’ve gotten a few things done during my week of vacay; cleaned the back porch with the help of Young Son, sewed 2 pairs of shorts and 1 pair of pants, caught up on business bookkeeping, taken long walks with the dog, finished reading “The Historian” (a novel about vampires running amuck in European archives), watched movies with Hubby (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind & Leap of Faith), and done a little writing and napping and a lot of relaxing.

The days feel endless.

A good, endless Saturday.