It's like this you see..
I'm getting old.
My idea of a perfect weekend is to not leave the house at all.
I've been feeling pretty anxious/depressed the past couple of days because I have to go back to work. And not because I hate work. Actually work is pretty good, except for when there's so much to do that I can't keep up which is a lot of the time but moving on ...
No it's because when I have to go to work I can't be at home. I'd be perfectly happy spending all day every day at home. Like during my uni holidays. It's been, what, sixteen? seventeen? years since I had a three month holiday and I STILL MISS THEM!!! Oh they were bliss. To get up every morning for months on end and be able to do whatever you liked every day! It was magic!
Sadly, if I want money to be able to travel I have to go to work. But that doesn't make it any easier.
I'd still rather be at home.
Felt like I didn't do much today (because I didn't tick much off the todo list) but I suppose I did a reasonable amount. And the sweetie cooked dinner and we spent some time together which was nice so we're thinking maybe that should be more of a regular Sunday night thing heh.