Friday - Left work early as per my usual summer Friday ritual. ONe day, they'll fire me for it, but until then I persist. Went to the beach, surprisingly great conditions - four to five feet, clean sets. I tried not to suck at surfing for about an hour, gave up and went to the body board for the remainder. Met some friends for beer and pool later that night, closed the bar, fell into something soft (a bed? couch? closet floor?) sometime in the wee hours.

Saturday - Saturday morning and afternoon never really existed. I got out of bed just before five, cooked up some fine gourmet food for the woman and watched movies.

Sunday - Volleyball and beer from noon until about six. Then I had abrief work-related meeting. I don't remember it being to productive because I could only think about getting back to volleyball and beer, but somehow I finished everything I needed to. There was a return to youthful reverie (and not so much to volleyball) sometime around nine pm. I fell asleep in the car and woke up in my bed.

Monday - Minor housekeeping issues, catching up, preparing for the onslaught that will be the next four days. I have finally completed a keystone ananlysis and research project (hence the Sunday meeting of the minds) that I've been working on with a team for the past year or so; and will be beginning another six month project immediately after my presentation a week from now. So I took the time Monday to build up a little momentum for what should be an interesting few weeks.