It’s Sunday evening, and other than walking to Safeway, I’ve gone absolutely nowhere the entire weekend. I didn’t even change my clothes. I couldn’t be happier. I actually feel rested and relaxed. It’s been wonderfully restorative. I needed this.
Geoff rented a video game Saturday morning and spent the entire weekend playing it. He played from around 9 am to about 10 pm on Saturday, and then woke up again Sunday morning and played again until about 6:30. I’m pretty sure he couldn’t possibly be happier either.
I spent most of my time reading, cooking, and scheming to start a new blog. The first post will be published at midnight tonight. I don’t know why, but I’m sort of nervous about it. Nobody will see it anyway. Is it too much to hope that I might actually write something good? Eek! Why do I worry so much?
Apparently, that’s a genetic thing. I was half listening to a story about the latest studies on competitiveness while doing my data entry at work. It appears that some people are born with a warrior gene, while others are born with a worrier gene. I have no doubt which one I was blessed with. I guess you can tell whether or not you’re a warrior based on the length of your ring finger. Mine must be as stumpy as they come. I am no warrior.
Tomorrow it’s back to real life, including the counting of calories. I definitely need to get more exercise. If I can’t go to dance class, maybe I’ll have to make my own. If you see a crazy woman dancing in the park, just keep on walking. Everything is fine. Nothing to see here.