Last week was the busiest week of work yet - and it was a short week. And I was sick. (Hack cough). It was also a great reminder of how much responsibility I carry with me every day, and just how much I've changed in the last couple of years. This weekend I was perfectly contented to have no obligations. It was sunny and beautiful and there were about five amazingly fun and adventurous things to do at any given time, but I accomplished next to nothing, and adventured very little.
It was glorious.
Copious amounts of enjoying the privilege of a mostly-private backyard. Sleeping and napping. Eating arugula from my garden. Mild socialization. Lots of chinese-herb-drinking.
Instead of the frolicking and playing of last weekend, and the many festivals and fairs and outings that typified last summer, I think this year I'm looking forward to much more lounging and surveying of the pride...