Lizzie and I stayed home Friday. The cats had a vets appointment and Lizzie had her usual checkup. Kitties were good, albeit grumpy about the trip and the shots. They did forgive us pretty quickly.
Friday night we went to the Pizza Night at the middle school with WSPA-3. Much fun was had. We saw her at the beginning and the end (since she's like that). Then we went home and collapsed. The young man had tech crew for the school play, and then food after at Perkins (or The Club as Ed Christianson used to call it, we still miss you so much).
Friday night I decided to not sleep much, and to be wide awake at about 8:30 in the morning. This after several valiant efforts to get back to sleep. WSPA-3 had dance during the day, Jared had tech again that night and Ames British Foods had their Guy Fawkes night at a friend's farm. We ended up having lunch in the middle of the afternoon and headed out to the country to watch things burn.
Shortly after we got there Marcus made a comment about maybe having some tunes later, so putting instruments in the car was the right idea. We played a few songs, can't remember which at the moment.
I went to bed seriously early and had pretty much the same night I had on Friday. We were supposed to rehearse with Susan Sunday afternoon, but cancelled out, since Lizzie didn't have all that much better of a night. Jared had made his way over to his Grandma's after the cast party and WSPA-3 was going shopping with her Mom. So we had the house to ourselves early.
We ended up watching Silverado and then I went to bed around 8. I slept pretty well. Lizzie had had a rough day so she came to bed later.
Today Lizzie is home, the doctor needed bloodwork and had neglected to tell her that for the Friday appointment. I hauled myself out of bed and off to work, where things have been ugly all day.