No longer Friday

1. Where are you right now?
At home again.
2. What time is it?
20:20, Sunday evening.
3. What are you wearing?
Pyjama bottoms and a nightshirt that has been “loved to death” (i.e. it’s at least 13 years old and has been worn and washed so much that it is starting to disintegrate).
4. Any people or animals around you? Describe them.
Nope.
5. What are your plans for the weekend?
My plans for the rest of this weekend is to do nothing much and try to recover from the previous 48 hours. (Report to follow.)