weekend

It’s yet another Monday, and now I’m sitting here with a cup of tea, wondering where my weekend went. And then I remember, “you worked half the weekend, fool, where do you think it went?”. I had minor weekly chores yesterday. As planned, I brought the laundry down to the basement just before I left…

I relaxed so much this weekend that I need some real caffeine this morning.

Spending the weekend in bed watching Twilight movies? Maybe it’s relaxation, maybe it’s depression. These days, who knows?