Next week has been planned. A head was measured. Stuff printed.
We colored Easter eggs, watched Twas the Night Before Easter (Note to Self: watch The Easter Carol instead!), and ate ice cream.
I want to call it a bad day. Condemn myself to the land of the ineffective, the unintentional, the unproductive, and perhaps that is my home, but when I write, I find that perhaps that land where things happen and we do with what we have isn't a bad place to live after all.