Stretch limo!
Last night I stopped on the way home for new pants, then picked up dinner. We ate while watching Top Gear, then retired to our computers for awhile. I had some spectacular deaths while killing zombies, and then went to bed.

Tonight we have a similar lack of plans. And I don't mean to imply that we don't have planning to do. 'Cause we do. And we will. (We have to figure out WW. We have to figure out Faire. We have to figure out transporting Ben and his stuff to Halifax. We have to figure out how to get the house sided. We have to figure out how to dig a trench for pipe to prevent basement flooding. We have *lots* to plan.) Tomorrow night ought to be fighting. My calendar says that I have Friday off, and Saturday is a day of explosions. Sunday might involve some work at the shop at the Faire.

We sure do have fun around here...