Ahhhhhh. Can we add a bubble bath to this equation?

After six very full days--travel, travel, rehearsal, wedding, reception, brunch, more travel, more travel, shift at the paper, midterm, shift at the paper (and emotions thrown throughout)--I am

finally

at home with a glass of wine, Will&Grace on TV, and a beautiful cat on the floor, with nothing on the schedule for the next 24 hours.

And tomorrow I sleep. (Perhaps a mani-pedi will be on the agenda, but I'm still deciding if I should spend the dollahs.)

I'm a happy camper.