I've been slowing down my weekends a lot over the last couple of months. At first I found it difficult to sit still and I would go back to work on Monday thinking about all the things I could have done with my weekend but it has gotten easier not to have such a jammed up calendar. I'm glad because the result is that I do not feel as run-ragged and burnt out anymore.
Last Sunday I refused to do anything but stay in bed and read. Eventually I decided to have a shower. Then I went back to bed. Andrea told me that was sad, but I disagree. It was awesome.
This morning I "watched soccer" with The Egyptian. (He watched soccer on the computer and I watched a documentary about space on National Geographic channel … well I watched it for at least 15 minutes before passing out on his couch.) Then I came home, read for awhile, had yet another nap, and went for dinner at my parents' place. My dad drove me home and helped me hang up this cool print* Evan made me and also fixed the horrendous squeak in my door.
* the coolness of which is not fully expressed by a photo reflecting the chandelier in my bedroom.