Daylight savings ended today, which means we gained back an hour that we lost in March. I woke up with a bad headache, one of those that made me wished I had been seriously drunk last night so it would at least make sense, or perhaps, even, made it worth while. Else it was just pure suffering, and a slight bit worrying.

So I decided to not go to work. Maybe it was just a convenient excuse to not work on a Sunday, but you are not my boss so I don't really have to explain myself. Like how someone I met on the bus back to Edmonton last Friday told me I don't have to justified how the internet connection on the bus would allow me to work, so I wasn't exactly skipping work. Instead, I curled up on my couch with a book and the oversized UofA blanket that my old boss gave me as a parting give. Or maybe it was a banner meant to be hung on the wall, I can't tell. I didn't even turn the TV on.

It was great. Just reading, with my speakers on, warm on the couch and all. By the time I finished the book and it was already evening. On some days, like today, I would think that is all I need.