Mondays are always tough, but coming back to work after a long holiday weekend is even harder. Especially when your holiday weekend consisted of running hither and yon to visit people, running long overdue errands, doing long overdue housework, getting your proverbial ass shot off at paintball for the first time ever, driving 8 hours to pick up your kid from her other parent, dropping in on another group's rapier practice and getting stabbed more than is reasonably justified, etc. All in all, a fun, frustrating, frenzied, fantastic, f**ked up four days. And the next couple of weekends, while shorter, are looking to be just as brutal. I'm developing a love/hate relationship with weekends. I mean, its great to be off work and all, but when your weekend activities require more effort than your job does... well, at least it keeps life from getting boring, right? 'Cause boredom is so much worse than aching joints, bruises, sore muscles and bone-deep exhaustion. Sure it is.
On a different note, I'd like to say thank you to all those people who hosted us, visited us, shot us, stabbed us, were stabbed by us and otherwise made our holiday weekend memorable in a variety of ways. You guys (and girls) rock!
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You're welcome, m'lord. I'm always happy to stab you. ;)
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