This weekend I worked out, fired my new rifle, watched my Hawkeyes eke out a win while Mom & Dad watched the Clones do the same on the upstairs TV at our house, took some steroids and felt a lot better, watched The Hunger Games and liked it, relaxed with my wife, saw lots of family, ate pretty great pizza, hung out with my best friend, put together a new bedside table for all my junk and books, and got a fancy-schmancy new pillow that resulted in the first back-pain-free night of sleep I've had in a long while.
Today, when someone asked me how the holiday weekend was, I said "Oh, it was pretty good."
Old habits should die hard.
It was a great weekend, and it's too easy for us to dive back into routines and forget it.
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