I’m embracing questionable choices tonight. Coffee, with caffeine, at ten. Tomorrow’s the last day of my holiday weekend and I plan on spending it recuperating. As if eating junk food for days hasn’t given me enough to recuperate from. As if being sick hasn’t given me enough either. But I’ve got a lot of outstanding things to do—starting with five posts to The Stop Button and then some formatting trials on the new project. If I get it done tonight, I can just ignore it tomorrow and rest. Or at least not work on this stuff.