as i get ready to fall asleep, my mind inevitably finds things to mull over. tonight it was "how was my weekend?"
well, my weekend was good. but not in my usual sense of "good" - in one phrase: i did nothing.
well, technically i didn't "do nothing". i slept in (both days!), we saw a movie (horror, for a change - thanks to shruti noting it's a genre we have both avoided in the 5+ years we've known each other) and countless episodes of family guy (only a handful of seasons left!). i read stuff online (didn't touch my kindle though), took vicki for a spin (got stuck in traffic, didn't expect that!), ate (mostly) healthy, baked a wee cake, did our week's grocery shopping. and slept even more.
spent a lot of time thinking, talking about non mundane stuff, getting cosy, and just generally being together... but not doing anything particularly memorable.
perhaps having a good weekend is not about what we do, but what we feel.
and i feel rested and recharged.