When I woke up this morning

Something was different. Something was weird. It was 10:15, quiet, peaceful. I sat at the computer and wondered what was different. I thought about the fun day and night that yesterday brought. A few minutes passed. Then it struck me: I was at home! On a Sunday morning! Or a Saturday morning, for that matter... After four and a half weekends of waking up on a couch, chair, or floor, I found myself cozy and at home for once. Different and nice.

Now what to do with the rest of my day... about a half hour ago I was pondering a lazy day, as I have a number of borrowed movies that I "have to watch" according to those who thrust them upon me. I watched about 10 minutes of one, and I just had to stop. My blinds are closed, but I know (well weather.com tells me) that it's gonna be a blistering hot day (and not raining for once!). I'd slap myself if I let this go to waste. For the rest of the day, goodbye cozy apartment. To where I go I do not know.