February 26th, 1983
Today was my first day off in nearly a week and a half and I have to say that I spent it... doing absolutely nothing. Well okay, not nothing, but I didn't leve the flat. I slept in (well, as well as I could, since I've basically forgotten how), made some biscuits, indulged in a little bit of reading, listened to a bit of Quidditch...
I tuned in to the Puddlemere/Chudley match right before Irgaine got knocked out, which is a little worrisome. I hope she's okay and that it sounded worse than it actually was because it sounded really scary. Of course, this now puts a small wrench into plans for going out on Fiona's birthday, which is the day after tomorrow, but we can easily postpone things for another time. And I'm still not entirely sure I've got the time off anyway, so it's really touch and go.
I might head to bed early tonight, I don't know. It's not really that nice out, so heading for a walk or something else in town is not really the best option. I'll see what Solon wants to do when he gets home.
I tuned in to the Puddlemere/Chudley match right before Irgaine got knocked out, which is a little worrisome. I hope she's okay and that it sounded worse than it actually was because it sounded really scary. Of course, this now puts a small wrench into plans for going out on Fiona's birthday, which is the day after tomorrow, but we can easily postpone things for another time. And I'm still not entirely sure I've got the time off anyway, so it's really touch and go.
I might head to bed early tonight, I don't know. It's not really that nice out, so heading for a walk or something else in town is not really the best option. I'll see what Solon wants to do when he gets home.