So, for the first time in what feels like forever, I had a weekend largely to myself.

After work on Friday, I went to Kava House and wrote. 

On Saturday, I went to see a movie.  Then I did a little shopping.  Then I went to Kalamazoo around 6 p.m. for Tracy’s birthday bash, a tightly knit affair (only a dozen people were there over the whole evening) with lots of great food, conversation, music, and dancing with some of my closest friends.  Of course, getting home at 4:45 a.m. kinda sucked, but …

… on Sunday, I slept until around 11 — something I haven’t done in years.  Then, I stopped by Wendy’s for lunch before going back to Kava House for another writing session.  And now I’m home, preparing to do laundry and whatnot.  Oh, and I left a gentle tweak to Frankie about the glories of Wassila, AK.

Very relaxing.  Sometimes, the mundane can be like a mini-vacation.