Frustrating Weekend

As fantastic, frolicking, formidable fun that Friday proffered, the rest of the weekend quickly lost that momentum and came crashing back to Earth. I will point out that I didn't cram concerning amount of crap into my mouth over the two days but in the vein of health, neither did I spend any time being overly active. I did take tidbits of time to tediously tidy my temple, well not totally. So I have a marginally cleaner home to waste my life in now. I was home early on Friday as I may or may not have foreseen, but did nothing with my added time. I ate poorly on Friday come to think on it. Then I just wasted my Saturday, squandered it actually. I didn't have lofty plans but I did have a few items I wanted to handle and missed the boat on those. Sunday saw the universe take it's revenge on me. First, while walking or stretching or something innocuous in my room while preparing to start the day I managed to stub the big toe on my right foot. I have no concept of how I pulled that off. To make things more awesome than an acute, throbbing pain, the nail broke. The thickest nails I possess (the big toenails are crazy thicker than the rest, duh) just cracked. So, rather than annoyingly and painfully catching it on stuff all day, I decided I needed to do a little home surgery to repair this problem. Surprisingly, I didn't do the usual too-deep cuts and botch it. The surgery was a success and I removed the busted pieces and even managed to even it out overall. Back to 100%! Then I was downstairs waiting on the clothes to be done and I thought, I wonder what is in this green Rubbermaid tub? I reached down to lift a box off of it and I had a searing, scorchingly sharp pain in my left thumb. I looked down to see a thick sliver about a half inch long completely buried under my fingernail. I stopped what I had been doing and hustled upstairs to get the tweezers. It took me using something else to pry up my fingernail (quite painful) to slowly extract the lumber. So you know, that is a real method of torture in some places. It hurts, I can attest to that, and not just in the moment, that sucker squealed for more than a day afterwards. Luckily blood loss was minimal and thus the mess was limited. Those are two "highlights" that I got to experience. Nothing excited happened, I did finish book eleven of 14. The last three are technically the final volume, written after the original authors death so I've read all of Robert Jordan's work now, well in that series. I have just over three thousand pages to complete the series now. Happy Monday, am I right?