Ya know, I seem to live for the weekends.  I'm so tired of working by the time Friday gets here - the weekends are truly a blessing.  I guess that's what happens when you're old and still working 50-60 hours a week.  Oh well, this weekend came and now here it is Sunday evening and once I fall asleep, those non-ending 5 days starting all over again.

It's not that I don't like working, it's just I don't have a choice.  That's what I don't like about it.  I hate 'have to's'.  If I didn't have to - would I?  Hmmmmm, probably not.  I could picture myself in full retirement without hesitation.  I'm so looking forward to that. 

Anyway, I did get a lot accomplished this weekend, which makes me feel really good.  I even hand-washed AND waxed my car today.  Whew.  But it sure looks nice. 

I am now going to get myself in a very positive place and get a handle on this Monday morning thing---- moving on....