So, for the first time in what feels like forever, I had a weekend largely to myself.
After work on Friday, I went to Kava House and wrote.
On Saturday, I went to see a movie. Then I did a little shopping. Then I went to Kalamazoo around 6 p.m. for Tracy’s birthday bash, a tightly knit affair (only a dozen people were there over the whole evening) with lots of great food, conversation, music, and dancing with some of my closest friends. Of course, getting home at 4:45 a.m. kinda sucked, but …
… on Sunday, I slept until around 11 — something I haven’t done in years. Then, I stopped by Wendy’s for lunch before going back to Kava House for another writing session. And now I’m home, preparing to do laundry and whatnot. Oh, and I left a gentle tweak to Frankie about the glories of Wassila, AK.
Very relaxing. Sometimes, the mundane can be like a mini-vacation.