Weekend to be gone

It's the last two hours before the weekend is gone. I meant, in two hours, the clock will hit midnight. 

I am not sure if I achieved a lot during this weekend: Driving my dad to buy Chinese grocery while my son and I picked up other stuff at Costco. Then we had a delicious spicy lunch at Sichuan Garden in Lynnwood. Watching Sounders overcoming Whitecaps, Huskies crashing Vikings, I baked Ribs in the oven my son picked for late dinner on Saturday night. 

Sleeping from time to time this morning, I didn't go to gym as planned. Seahawks lost to Rams in LA, which wasn't a surprise to me. Actually, on Friday night, it was raining relatively hard, which gave me a chance to check if the leak was fixed by Chris two week ago. I forgot to mention that I asked him to help check it out after my dad said to me there could be leak on the ceiling in their toilet, part of their big bathroom attached to master bedroom. Harsh rains two-day-in-row might cause the issue then. Chris climbed onto our roof to check but didn't see the problem, he filled some stuff up around the ventilation fan. As today's proof, he fixed it. Super.

I wasn't able to finish Chapter III of my book but will wrap it up by Tuesday night as far as I can estimate the progress. As I said, the majority of the scenes was in Bologna and New England back in 1990, in addition to nowadays in Denmark. I had written 8,000 words for this chapter so far, 2,000 more to go as planned.

Ok, I am about to go to bed pretty soon. I have steam pressed all five shirts and pants for the next week, so no more needs to be done tonight.