Looks like I can't go to my sort-of cousin's wedding. (We're not actually related -- my mother's sister is married to her mother's brother -- but we basically treat each other as cousins, and we were on the same alternative spring break trip to Israel a few years ago and got to know each other better.) It's a Sunday night, in Brooklyn, and I just don't think that I can go to a wedding on a Sunday night in Brooklyn and then work on Monday morning in Pennsylvania.
I have been actually productive on my day off. I planned at least one day worth of classes and did a whole bunch of housecleaning. In addition to the usual cleaning stuff, I cleaned out five years worth of splatters inside my microwave (the way the microwave was positioned in my old apartment made it impossible for me to reach inside to clean it), used wood cleaner to clean all my wood furniture, and brought my bike down to the basement, which may have been way more trouble than it was worth. Next step: vacuum the living room, then clean the bathroom, then finish the lesson plan on continuity and complain to my math friends about how this textbook uses an inconsistent definition of continuity at the endpoints of intervals.