I had grand plans and the very best of intentions today. Nothing out there to spend money on, a to do list that was gonna get knocked out.

Then the gas station had to happen. (3.90 a gallon, FML.)

And the grocery store.

And it was the first truly gorgeous day we’ve had this spring. And then it became, fuck it, tacos and day drinking outside in the sunshine.

Then stretched out on my bed with the cats with the ceiling fan on hurricane mode and gently dozed for a nice amount of time and forgot about the shitshow that is living in the US for a while.

Was it a productive day? Not really.

Was it a good day? Hell yes.