And breathe…
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2am on Sunday night or is it Monday morning. Whatever, I’m heading to bed soon. Since I haven’t slept yet, I say it still falls under Sunday.
This weekend saw me complete one of the hardest semesters I’ve had so far (2 classes for grad school while working was a bad idea in hindsight). Saturday I brewed the first batch of modern beer by myself that I’ve done (there will be ~5 gal of porter ready in about a month).
The yard wasn’t mowed, the house is dirtier than when the weekend started, I need to mail birthday gift for mom’s March 28th birthday that’s been sitting here for too long and there is a large list of things that I never touched this weekend. But dammit, I’m frelling done with school. For 5 days.
Five. Whole. Days. I’m nearly giddy.
When I finished my stuff and the show i was watching on netflix ended at about the same time, I sat back and breathed deeply. Looking at the other side of the couch i saw each cat sleeping in their own way (Ralph curled with his ass-end normal but his other-end twisted upside down, snoring; Mu curled with his paws folded over his nose). It was peaceful. IS peaceful. It’s a happy feeling for that tranquility in a messy room of a house that needs cleaning and a list of Todos that is only marginally shorter. But that feeling goes a long way right now. Now to sleep and forget for a few hours. 5 hours actually. I’m ok with that right now though. Totally fine.