Given that last weekend was filled with teaching and new students, I’m luxuriating in a free weekend. Last night we invited Rhoda and her hubby over for spicy chili and molasses cornbread. With a crackling fire and good chocolate cake, it was pretty perfect.
Saturday morning finds me curled on the couch in my bathrobe with a mug of cafe au lait next to me, my Mac on my lap, my man at my feet, and a loud purring cat between us. It feels like we’re explorers in a new territory: what do we want to do today? Where do we want to go? The sense of open possibility combined with dedication to a date-day is delicious. Knowing me, I could spend the morning checking out options and let the day slip through my fingers. Yes, there’s tons of house stuff to do (we’ve been making lists like crazy), but today we’re shirking our duties and heading to a matinee and then here for tacos and then…who knows! There’s been talk of a Scrabble challenge.
P.S. Pierre just read my post and said: “Don’t forget the gym.” Right. The gym! Here’s to hampsters everywhere:)