I am not going anywhere this weekend. I will not venture beyond my front door except to retrieve a) my newspaper or b) my barking, muddy dog. I will answer the phone if and when I feel like it; I will check e-mail at my whim and answer it at my leisure. I am in homebody mode and intend to remain here until Monday morning.
It is 2 o’clock in the afternoon and I am still in my pajamas. I did not even get out of bed until 12:30. There is chili cooking in the crockpot, brownie ingredients in the pantry, wine in the fridge, a stack of DVDs by the television, half-started books all over the house and a manuscript long overdue to be edited. I am going to do a little housecleaning when I finish this and then I am going to spend the rest of the weekend doing exactly as I please.
I love my life.
Life. Love. Writing. Friendship.
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