Good week last week.  We had some rain, which is unusual in these parts, so it has an effect on everyone's attitude and perspective--normally it is sunny and hot, as I live in a subtropical climate (SW Florida) but last week I am guessing was our few days of 'Fall', where it was in the 60s, and there were some dreary cloudy and wet days.  I wish I had a little less to drink on Saturday.  I was trying to describe the situation to an old friend and she replied that I sounded really sad.  I think that missed the mark. I just wish that I had been able to stop drinking at like number 10 and enjoyed the tickling and bemusing buzz of 10 watery light beers over 5 or 6 hours.  If I had the whole thing to do over again, the only thing I'd have changed is when my friend said 'when was the last time you chugged a beer' I would have crinkled my face and said 'NAH'.  Caused a little friction with the wife later that night.  Honestly, I don't think I was a total shit show of drunkenness; I think the fight was about differing expectations for how our Saturday night was going to go.  We headed home early evening and a couple of simple comments moved into the wrong tone and BAM, we're mad at each other.

I did get up and golf the next morning and it was extremely restorative--the weather was great for 8am golf on a Sunday when you know you overdid it on Saturday night, and the company was good-hell I even shot well on half the holes.

Work is going well--I always find if I am wrapped up and finding things I can sink my teeth into, I almost would rather be at work, then the useless appendage I sometimes feel like at home with two little guys and housework that is ever mounting.  That is more of a comment on how good work is going, rather than some negative shot at my home life.  It is just that sometimes the drudgery of nonstop laundry/dishes/homework/dog/laundry/dishes/dishes/laundry can overtake the weeknights.

I change it up once a week though, and I go in a little later--I love 'against the grain' time.  Two hours later in means less traffic, I get to make my own entrance, and I get a couple quiet hours to do what I like in the morning that day.  Then, I get home, and can quietly do the chores later than normal so it has a more 'nighlifey' feel.  If you do it right, you can create a pocket of your own time you can use to either recharge the batteries, or take back a little of your alter ego.  I know mine is pretty well stuffed down under a pile of dishes and he doesn't like to poke his head out much, but on the late day I sometimes think I catch him trying to cock his ear and try and catch what is going on; so there is hope.