End of the working week

TGIF! Greymouth has had a week of lovely hot weather which was a shame to waste at work really, but here's hoping some of it lasts for the weekend.
Tomorrow it's off to the race meet at Omoto. I confess to knowing three tenths of very little about horse racing. However, I have a brother who owns, as he might put it, "one leg of a horse" through a syndicate and that horse is racing tomorrow. We feel we should show some family solidarity and go and watch the race. My brother has been warned that if we lose money we will take it back in wine when we visit in a month's time. Go General Georgi!
Also in the mix this weekend is more work on my no-longer-a-mystery quilt. I was happily joining border pieces together until my neighbour, who is also a quilter, suggested that it might be more use to split the large quilt and make two singles from it. At this point it could be easily done, but my mind balks at the thought of making all the pieces for another two side borders. She's probably right, unfortunately. She's also a very wise lady as, having thrown that spanner in the works, she is now moving house before she has to listen to my complaints. I don't think the two things are connected.
So racing, quilting, housework (blah), grocery shopping, and that's the weekend gone. Somewhere in there there must be time to continue reading David Baldacci's Hell's corner and listening to Debbie Macomber's Married in Seattle on my iPod.
How many hours in a weekend? Not enough.