It’s funny how small a town Louisville really is. slave drew and I went to lunch with a friend, and ran into Russ, Jonathan and Ches, friends who went to the meeting on Saturday. The waiter was one of Russ’ roommates and a casual friend, and one of the other waiters often waits on us and said hello, too. It was just funny.
I got some rest last night, which meant skipping not one, but two invitations to gatherings. I was just too tired, not words I often say. My mother was always “too tired,” too tired to do anything she didn’t want to do, mostly, though she managed to have enough energy to do whatever she did want to do.
We had a quiet day, relatively. We both had big plans to do some weeding, for one, and get some paperwork done. slave drew took a nap and I did some work, we ran an errand, had our brunch, played with the dogs some.
All in all, a quiet day.
And I am good with that. Tomorrow is Monday, we are 25 days from Great Lakes, I have to be in Atlanta in mid-September, Chicago in late October, then a quiet few months until March, when I will be producing my Bluegrass Leather Pride Contest, and in Dallas to judge International Master and slave. Then Florida in April for Beyond Leather.
I’m sure more things will occur, they always do, but for now, I’m going to go do a few more things tonight, then head to bed. Hope your Sunday was equally pleasant.