Today was Patricia's actual birthday, so I made breakfast for her. It was my patented French toast. If I haven't made it for you, it's because it's a breakfast dish, and it would be a little creepy if I weren't living with you.
One of my desktop computers spent a few hours today copying mp3's from that computer to a 32gb sd card that I keep in this netbook computer. It is not the fastest class card, so the best transfer speed was about 1mb a second, so it too a long time to copy over some 16 gb worth of stuff; it was already about half full.
We spent time today catching up on some shows like "Sons of Anarchy" and "Supernatural". We are caught up now. So, you don't have to worry.
It has been a crazy lazy day, but after all the running around we did on Saturday, staying home and recharging our batteries certainly felt good. It precedes returning to work tomorrow morning, which I wish they would do something about. I mean, why can't some other day of the week follow Sunday, just once in a while? If, say, Tuesday followed Sunday the odd time, we'd be that much closer to the weekend. I'm just saying.
Until then, I'll see you tomorrow.