Ring my mum. And do the dishes.
I should have done that. I will do so today. Ring my mum, I meant.
Fuck the dishes. I mean really, fuck them!
After a long weekend of grilling out I made one helluva pile of dish mess. I took care of it. Three days of grilling took two days to clean up. AND I tried to clean as the weekend progressed, but I fell behind.
Still a win, though. Having the grille going and almost ready to cook on at breakfast time is a kind of pleasure that is difficult to describe.