Off to dinner with friends tonight. The rest of the weekend is theoretically quiet. Some fun-ish errands [pretty-ing up stuff like makeup and hair products] and possibly laundry, which may not sound fun, but is actually a delight when you are down to your last pair of pants. There are only so many places you can go out in your underwear in Michigan in February. The rec center is not one of them. Don't ask me how I know. It just is.
Also, the post office frowns on it, too. Stupid bureaucrats.