And on the 7th day...

God took one day off in 7 to rest... I think He had it easy. Today is an official down day. Finally... a day to let my poor foot rest, and to let my mind wander and relax. The only plans today are for the long awiated pilgrimage to Wal-Mart and dinner at the Olive Garden.
We came to the states with a list of restaurants we wanted to eat at- cuisine that has been amiss since we went overseas. Olive Garden is one of those places. There is also and Anti-list covering the places we can not go- as we have them there- like Burger Queer and Subway.
I digress. I do not have to get my shoes on until at least 3ish, and I am revelling in that fact. Sightseeing and going places is nice. It's fun. It's great... But shit, even someone as awesome as me needs a day to mash my ass. A day to not have to sit in a car and wait until we find a place to pull off before I can piss. Time to get my shit together, as we are leaving here Monday morning, and our stuff is strewn throughout the house, and a good portion of the shit we have bought needs to be packed into boxes and mailed home, as I am already in deficeit for packing space. We have two boxes coming from California and one from Arizona- looks like we will have two from here in New England- not counting that arfore mentioned trip to Wal-Mart.
Tomorrow we hit to sightseeing trail again to do a DUKW tour of downtown Boston, and wrap up with what is sure to be a highlight of a Laser Show at the MOS. We are also hoping to get to see some of the 75% of the shit we missed on Tuesday at the museum.
Today, I rest... much to the protest of the husband... It is what is called for and necessary. Especially considering the fact that if I don't get my day off, I am going to spiral into a full blown fit, that may get me committed to a nice restful place surrounded by nice young men in clean white coats.