Well, most everybody. I don’t give two shits about the weekend because I’m retired and every day is a holiday.
I did, however, designate the weekend starting whenever 
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Not my washer and dryer. Not my shed. I'd go take a picture of mine (they look quite good sitting in my shed) but it's still dark out and I can't even turn on the lights.
I’m going to spend some time on the endless project of wiring a washer and dryer into my shed. It’s been at least 25 years since I owned a dryer so there has been some learning curve about plugs and wiring codes and inconsequential stuff like that. Also, there may or may not have been a bit of operator error that resulted in additional time and expense. Not to mention that I could really use the washer since I shat my shorts when I hot shotted 240v in a slight miscalculation.
Other than that, I think I’ll watch a little football (real football, not that round ball stuff that has all the shine of a Teddy Bear) and may spend some time contemplating my navel.
Did you know that dogs don’t have navels to contemplate? They have to lick their balls instead. Well, except for Sam. He licks his empty ball sack vigorously and contemplates his earlier life. I guess that is like the good news/bad news part of this program.
I actually do wish each and everyone of you a great weekend. In spite of my sour old people attitude (get off my sidewalk you little bastard) I remember waiting for the weekend. I have a good memory.
All words and the photo of Sam are mine. The washer and dryer are plainly sourced.
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