It is now 9:40 pm. Saturday night. The dishes are done and the kitchen is clean. Sunday dinner is ready and in the fridge, waiting to be heated. The kid's baths are done, and my Sunday School lesson is ready. The Preacher is holding a Men's meeting in my livingroom or I'd be in there straightening up and getting ready for bed. Boy, do I feel good! I think I'll pat myself on the back and run off to bed.