It is Saturday.  I wake up at 7.  And… it feels like sleeping in.  It feels very nearly decadent.  Now, it’s 9am and I’ve showered, eaten my breakfas, and shortly-blogged, and thus am just about ready to start my day of trying to find a wedding venue followed by a rousing hour of grading papers.

So, this is adulthood, huh?

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