I read my Bible.

I read Oswald.

I worked a 12 hour day.

I kissed my wife at least once (yes, she would like more).

I hugged my kids.

I wrestled with Will.

I visited my parents.

I helped a friend.

I did my push ups.

I washed a load of clothes.

Now I’m entitled to watch a couple of episodes from season 4 of The Good Wife.