This past weekend was my first entirely free weekend since April.
I'm an introvert. I need recharging time, and I hadn't realized how wiped I was until it was Saturday night and not only had i not done anything, I had no intentions of starting to do anything.
It was an awesome weekend, even though I didn't even step outside if I didn't need to do so.
And then the week started.
Yesterday, Wanda had a belly dance show. I'm glad I went, but it meant I didn't get home until close to 10.
And today I realized I have book club on Thursday, which would probably go better if I actually had started reading the book.
Or knew what the title was.
Or had any expectation of reading it tomorrow.
What can I say, it's been a busy month.
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