Two more days of sloth remain

On Monday I start my Real Live Job, which will put an end to the semi-working I've been doing lately. Starting Monday, I'll be doing one 30-hour job and possibly two other tiny jobs. The extra 87 cents I will earn each week from the two tiny jobs will go towards the Real Estate Down Payment Fund I'm starting. Check back in about 30 years when we've scraped enough together.

But anyway, last week of freedom. So far I have done the following:

Slept in until 11am when possible
Stayed up way too late
Done something about the powder-blue gas fireplace in my living room through the ingenious use of throw pillows and knick-knacks. I now no longer have to avert my eyes from that particular section of wall. Rejoice with me!
Baked two pies--one was this sweet potato pie and the other one had whole plums in it
Had panic attack.
Was completely validated by you lovely women (and my b-in-l) about said attack.
Waxed upper lip. The pro is that GH will consent to touch me again. The con is that I'm back to smacking into things while walking in the dark.

Anything else I should be doing?

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