It was a long weekend. I could definitely use a drink.

It’s not that a lot happened. I just feel drained is all. And nothing that I can really put my finger on. It’s like having credit card debt, but nothing to show for it.

I worked at the tattoo shop all day Saturday, as normal. But it was slow. Very slow. We had such a nice day—the high was in the upper 60s!—that I think most people were outside soaking it in. I personally only had one client all day.

Then I had my first tattoo “incident” occur. A client wanted a refund. But that story is for another post. That’s the first time that has ever happened, ever.

I did nothing but come home Saturday night after the tattoo shop. No drinking or anything.

Sunday was spent with the Husbear working around the house. We are in the process of remodeling the primary/upstairs bathroom. I spent the day installing trim.

Last night I couldn’t sleep to save my life. Probably some irony in that statement, but I don’t know. I couldn’t shut my brain off, and I couldn’t get comfortable. I just tossed and turned most of the night.

And now it’s Monday morning, and time to go to the day job….