I pretty much resigned myself to a day off.  I did dream of work and getting lots of stuff done, but I knew that I wouldn't deliver.  My best move was when I got up I needed a shower and so I did.  I thought that that might help me feel more like working, but being a Saturday it was simply too much for me to take on.  I did acknowledge all the work that my wonderful wife did today, so I took her out to dinner.  Course I had to go to, but she was the one who worked hard enough to deserve it.  Before I got up I was laying in bed and I heard this strange sound.  My first thought was that it was the sprinklers in the back yard.  But no, not regular enough.  Then I thought that the dishwasher was running.  But that couldn't be because the wife was still sleeping.  Maybe a neighbor was running some kind of machine or dragging something around on a cement driveway or sidewalk.  Then, bingo! I knew what it was or at least what it sounded like.  I had to get up and verify my conclusion.  I looked out beyond the back yard and yes, I was right.  There was a hot air balloon over in the church park being lit up ready for a morning run.  That was the most exciting part of my day until tonight when we watched the last night of the Olympics, and my last watching of same because tomorrow is Sunday and I hope to fill my day with Sunday stuff.  Night, you-all.