Not sure how I successfully managed a weekend day off, but I'm definitely going to take it and not complain. The clinic is always the least amount of fun on Sundays. Too many drunk college accidents on Saturday night, generally.
I know how everyone goes on here about having strange dreams -- I'd never been afflicted with those, myself. But now, I can with certainty say that I had the oddest dream last night. Because it was so -- well. Normal, almost. It was like reliving my life with just subtle, tiny changes. Sherlock, you were there.
At this point it would be odd if you weren't, I guess But sorry Peter, you weren't.