a thinking place to quiet
i’ve come down with what feels like a two-ton weight in my brain, and i’m currently attributing it to exhaustion. i realized just now, while tapping my restless feet to get out of the office, that in the past twenty eight days, i’ve spent a whopping total of four nights by myself, keeping quiet. not that i’m complaining – since thanksgiving, then kate’s visit, then a weekend home, then this week’s festivities, i’ve been busy and happy. i have.
only, as i gear up for six days with the family next week, followed immediately by Best Friend in Whole World visiting over new year’s… i need the weekend. i need the entire weekend of quiet and working and cleaning and relaxing.
so to kick things off, i’m going home. right now. i’m going to sit in the bathtub with a tumbler of bailey’s on ice and sing along loudly to the record player. after that, i’m going to wrap myself in warm robes and cashmere lounge pants, drag the TV into my bedroom, and watch a movie in bed.
and then i’m going to sleep. for twelve hours. at the very least.