If I never invited people over I would never get anything done.
I have a bed that made its way upstairs and a sofa that’s out of the way.
I’m returning a large string instrument tomorrow.
My car will get an oil change this weekend.
My house will get tidied.
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Yesterday was good, hanging out with friends at our venue of choice. Today was fine, productive, although I can’t shake the feeling that perhaps I’ve missed something. I’ll check it out tomorrow, and it’ll be fine, too.