Thank God it's Monday. That is a prayer. After the very strange weekend I had, I think fighting the English Civil War is going to be a piece of cake. Once I complete my Good Daughter/Good Sister duties and get things culled from the net that my dad asked for, and the pages from my Worst Case Scenario desk calendar in an envelope to my sister. Still don't know what I'm reading/wearing for the coffeehouse on Thursday, and found out yesterday afternoon, in the midst of a very twirly Sunday, that Rheuben's co-worker's wedding is the same day as my RWA meeting. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Can I go back to bed now? Please, pretty please? No? ::Sigh:: Okay, I'll write instead.