Wow. I don't think I've spent a weekend that reclusive in.... I don't know how long. Well I guess since recovering from knee surgery, but I'm not sure that entirely counts. This time I was healthy and uninjured; I guess I just needed some down-time.
The only time I changed out of comfy baggy clothes was to pose for my coat photos. The only time I set foot out of the house was to dress my goose for Christmas, and a couple of times to check how my lights looked from outside.
I cleaned and organized my house some. I paid most of my bills and went though most of my mail. I did some laundry. I put up a christmas tree and decorated it. I burned evergreen-scented candles and watched movies while writing out all of my christmas cards. I got a lot of sleep. I took a bunch of pictures and wrote a few journal entries. I watched it snow, admired the prettiness, and I silently urged the stuff in my driveway to melt before I had to drive over it. I cuddled with my cats. I ate leftovers and frozen food and snack bars, congratulating myself for having finally gone grocery shopping.
I did a lot of relaxing, and I did a lot of thinking. I think I've been in a kind of a slump for a long time. Disorganized and chaotic. I've been starting to pull myself out of it, but it's a gradual process. I have a long way to go, but it's nice to see that at least I've started.
...and my colored lights look so pretty in the dark.