Have I mentioned my Sunday night rule? On Sunday nights I refuse to socialize with any human being outside my family. Don’t call me. Don’t stop by. Stay the fuck away. Sunday nights are sacred for clearing my head and getting ready for the week. Actually, that rule is starting to spread to Sunday afternoon and pretty soon should arrive at Sunday morning. What’s wrong with that, you know? I’m following my own personal Sabbath.

I bring this up because one of my friends invited my family over today and I turned down the opportunity in about four seconds. M and the boys went on their own. S and one of the other family’s kids are in the same grade and play together often. At home I worked out and watched the Brewers game. Later I read Eleanor Rigby in the bathtub and picked up T from a friend’s house. Tonight I want to curl up in bed and get back in the early morning wakeup routine. Back to work tomorrow. I’m both ready and exhausted. Does that make sense?