Tonight: work late
Tomorrow: Work late, then get home; I fear I'll have to rely heavily on my P.G. Wodehouse books again, where happy endings are dealt out in heaping handfuls, everyone always winds up with teh right person, God's in His heaven and all's right with the world. Escapism, I know, escapism at its starkest.
Saturday: Nothing
Sunday: church in the morning.
So that's about as exciting as it gets.