"In Belgium, 'Waffles' is the Secret Word for 'Love'."

Feeling extremely tired today, probably the result of an intense last week. A good night's sleep will help tons, so I'm planning an early night, which means under the covers and lights off at the stroke of midnight. We'll see. I'm not so good with the getting-to-bed-early. Or with the keeping-my-promises. I'm largely untrustworthy in personal matters. Actually, I'm largely untrustworthy in most matters. But I am cute, so I usually get away with it.

It's been a good weekend. Weather's been warm and clear, for the most part. Done some going-out, and some staying-inside, and some nothing-at-all, and at the end of the (Sun) day it's been...it's been good. Yes. A solid seven out of ten, weekend-wise. Okay, all right; a six. But a strong six. Not one of them weak-ass sixes.

I'd love to stay and chat, but it's that time of the (Sun) day: The writing hour. When I sit down to write. True, I'm writing right now, but that doesn't count.  ¶ 19:37