Yesterday I mostly worked.
Someone took advantage of my distractedness to do the forbidden.
Laundry. The dining room table is a lovely place to neatly store it. And a statistics textbook that needs mailed.
Got glared at.
Talked to Dick Whitman on phone. "Hey! Send me pictures you took on your birthday!" So he did. THAT PUPPY WAS A MUFFIN.
That's it. Sunday. Not what you'd call riveting.