As I got ready to leave work Friday afternoon, I was suddenly quite excited to realize that I do not have any plans this weekend. A lot of people would think that’s a shame, but not me. I am really looking forward to just doing whatever.
Reading, watching a movie or listening to music.
Getting a key made for someone.
Drinking hot tea.
Staring into candles.
A drive to the beach.
Somehow the house is relatively clean, so I can skate on housework.
I can do whatever I want.
Even if what I want is…nothing in particular.
I am very behind in my reading…
I could start now.
Ooh! Or should I watch a movie?
I will make a cup if tea to help me decide.
It was a good choice.
Merci, mon Capitaine.