We went to a concert last night. We were tired when we got there because we’d spent the weekend either cleaning out the MIL’s room or hacking back the stupid privet hedge that lines the sidewalk. Behold, people of the neighborhood! Your sidewalk is back.
The opening act was forgettable. The better-half was rooting for him to get better and I was just “meh” about his entire performance.
Then the Broken Bells came out with a great set and an outstanding lights/video show. We didn’t leave the venue tired.