This was different

Today I got up, exercised, showered, ate breakfast and did laundry. Pretty much my standard Friday schedule. But something felt . . . different.

Then it hit me.

This was the first full Friday (and Friday evening) that I've spent at home in a month.

My work with the CDC (no, not that CDC) took me to Livingston, Big Timber and Great Falls; and last week we were over in Billings with our good friends to take in a RAIN concert (which, btw) was really very good. It was fun to see the generational span that came to that concert; and I think that, more than anything, speaks to the impact that the Beatles had.

So anyway . . . I have a Friday night at home and in my own bed. That's a good deal.