I wasn't sprung so far ahead yesterday, The Last Saturday of My 35th Year....

I did nothing. Seriously. Woke after noon, after goin to bed at like 6am-ish "Friday night," then just hung around the house on the internet. OK, I made my bed and ate. And DID make an attempt to go swimming...but it was too crowded, so I turned right around. It hit 70 degrees yesterday, too...but only briefly...and it was cloudy...NOT that nice of a day, though you wouldn't have known it by the usual weather overreaction. So I really didn't feel remotely guilty not taking advantage of the day. I SO needed to just relax in silence after yet another hectic Friday. And then at 2am, it was the 2nd year of springing forward in early March...nutty, though I'm ready for it, I've realized...especially ready for it to be darker later in the morning for a bit. Anyway, I just wrote an awful lot about NOTHING. It was a really nice, soothing, quiet Saturday, though. Not complaining.