Yawn.

I feel like death this morning. After meeting up with Dr Curses and The GM last night for a round of Guild Wars, I made the mistake of going straight to bed. A three hour Guild Wars thrash cannot be purged by lying down and closing your eyes. In fact, spending that long concentrating on something, then going to bed is a sure fire way of making sure that you dream about it, and think about it all. night. long.
Consequently I had a very restless nights sleep.
I did however get to speak to the lovely Sam over Skype last night for a few minutes, though we had to use text because she couldn't find her mic.

The gorgeous K and myself had a pretty productive weekend, she painted the floor of the front porch a dark blue-grey colour which finishes it off beautifully...

I gave her a hand with the second coat on Sunday morning, having spent the first coat in bed on Saturday morning. I then dived into some gardening, mowing the lawn and doing some weeding and pulling up all the half dead daisies from the back of the house, and replacing them with fresh new (soon to be half dead) daisies which I took from elsewhere in the garden where they'd self-seeded.
A productive weekend, which, thanks to GW, will probably be followed to a long tortuous unproductive week.