Sunday Sighing

Alas.
Sunday evening.
The last hours of the weekend are left.
While I have the usual Sunday-Evening-ho-Hums, I feel rather accomplished.

• Didn’t drink myself into oblivion (that was Thursday), which also means that I did not spend some/most of my weekend in recovery.  Go me! Not everyone else in the house can say that.
• Ironed, sorted, replaced two+ loads of laundry
• Grocery shopped
• Went to the gym. Twice! While sore! Granted, I can’t lift my arms above my head (stupid weights) or walk without a limp (stupid Achilles tendon), it was worth it.
• I got to nap!
• Finished a book (“Neverwhere” by Niel Gieman)
• Had some of ‘lissa’s SUPER taco dip
• Didn’t spend the entire weekend on the interwebs
• Cleaned out the birdfeeder, refilled it and set it out for the birdies

And the icing, I walked around Wegmans with bunny-ears (when your pockets are turned inside out)