It’s Thursday night. Dime draft night at Repub. Pint night at the Green Door. The day before Tiki Bar opening weekend on Solomons. I’ve got tomorrow off and it feels like I should do something in honoring all of these events, but this isn’t ten years ago and all I’m really going to get done is lay my close out for tomorrow, finish watching the CSI rerun, read twenty or thirty pages and fall asleep by 10:00. That’s not by way of complaining, though. At least tomorrow I’ll get up without feeling like death of a muffin. That’s a tough way to go through a Friday. Maybe I’ll get up early and change the oil in the truck before heading in for my appointment with the doctor. If I can stop for groceries on the way back to the house, I could have a good streak of hermit going for the weekend.