End of the Weekend

I have been quite busy doing a whole lot of nothing, and it has been a delight from start to finish.

Slept late, cleaned the bathroom because it was on my chore list, then read until brunch time, brunched on cinnamon raisin bagel n cream cheese with baked apples and bacon, and took a circuitous walk around the neighborhood ending with celebratory—because anything good is celebratory these days—boba tea. And a croffle, because the nice folks who run the place gave us one. They’re too rich for me, but was fresh, and a plain one, so the quarter of it I nibbled before Spouseman finished it was Quite Tasty.

Wrote the Very Important email about upcoming Friday Introvert Open House, did more reading, then some writing in the Story That Refuses to be named. Spouseman retrieved me from the office at 8, we had late supper of tuna salad, garlicc bread and wine in front of the Wednesday Season 1 rewatch and start of season 2…and that was that.

Today has been even lazier, if such a thing is possible. Bagel for breakfast, two pots of tea, snack mix and cheese, and most of Goblin Emperor reread while sitting in sunshine. I did water plants, make new hummingbird food, and play with the cat. I also surfed real estate sites (there’s a missile silo in Kansas for sale) and looked at adoptable cats. It’s fun to look at all the houses I do not wish to own and bittersweet to look at all the cats I would love to buy if only I had infinite space and money.

Thinking seriously of fostering, though. A couple of shelters are promoting that. Time will tell.

And when I hit a break point in all that important activity, Spouseman and I went for a looooong walk on the north loop, the route that takes us through the neighborhood on the far side of the main east-west road in town. Now we’re home, hydrated, and I’ve read a bit more. Time for supper and more Wednesday and then falling asleep on the couch.

It’s been a fabulously relaxing couple of days, full of a contentment that’s deeply unfashionable.

I love being in my house. I love my yard. I love my comforts. People say they go on vacation to “get away from it all",” as if being at home is somehow inferior. And maybe it is for other people. Me, I love travel, but not because it’s comfortable. I love it because I love new experiences. But ALL experiences during travel are new. Adventure is where you find it. I don’t enjoy scheduling my New Experiences. I prefer to just wander around and let them happen.

And I don’t have to be somewhere exotic or be surrounded by Exciting New Strange Things I’ve Never Seen to feel happy and contented. Give me a book, some movies, my comfy sitspots, sunshine, and snacks, and I’m set.

Anyway. That was a digression, but I think i’m done now.

Onward!