...that's what my roommate did today.
His voice woke me up at 6:45...he was talking to someone in the living room and had the light on as well. Normally the only thing I hear on the weekend is when he locks the front door to leave for work at 7:55. Today was different.
We had a killer storm that raced thru our area around 4 am...very intense. Non-stop lightening and boy was the thunder LOUD. Sounded like it was right on top of us. Seems the storm knocked out the computer systems at his work, so he worked from home today.
In case you haven't noticed, I sleep in on the weekends. Religiously. Being that it's hard to sleep when you have someone working right outside your bedroom door, I got up to see what was up. He made breakfast and tried to convince me to join along with him in a morning songfest...a cheery ditty he made up that goes like this..."Die, M$%%^&, Die $%^%^&'. You get the idea.
Went back to bed to read after breakfast, only to conk out again until almost 1. Showered, talked on the phone, roomie grilled the steaks I persuaded him to marinate last night, and we had a nice grilled lunch around 3.
And then for the rest of the day, up until this very second, I have been a lazy slug that has done nothing other than wash dishes, blog, surf and watch tv...and eat. We can't forget that activity, now can we??
Had the best intentions to work out, clean my room, organize my closet, organize my financial records. None of it accomplished.
For someone that didn't do much of anything, I'm exhausted.