It's Memorial Day weekend. Three blissful days that are - theoretically, anyway - all about me. I thought perhaps I might take a wee roadtrip this weekend, but the plan never quite came together, so home I stay. And home, it turns out, really isn't a bad place to be.
Work, for those of you who didn't know, has been giving me the old-fashioned ass-whooping over the last few weeks. The end is in sight - in a few weeks, the powerful people will be at Conference and my contributions will be final until the next crisis. But for now, I have three days stretching before me to do with as I please.
And I will please go to the gym. I will please give myself a pedicure. I will please wear sandals, even though it's really not warm enough. And I will please be grateful for the change of seasons, the love of good friends, for beautiful cups from which my morning coffee will be enjoyed (thank you, Early family) and for anyone who cares to grill me up a little love in the form of a burger or brat. I will drink green tea, wear comfortable clothing, and pretend I am at a swanky spa somewhere in the Berkshires.
So if you please, embrace the weekend and everything it will bring you, real or imaginary, and know that I am doing the same.