And so this weekend came around and I had made no plans whatsoever. I have to admit that I didn't look too hard for things to do and by Friday evening was very pleased when no last minute options popped up. It was a miserable day on Saturday but so delicious to lay in bed listening to the rain thundering on the tin roof as I snuggled under the covers with the cats and watched the grey sky out of my window with the dark wet branches of the trees swishing back and forth. I managed this slothful existence until 9am but by then was getting a little restless and was anxious to start moving about. So I ran back and forth in the house vacuuming, dusting washing floorboards and getting laundry done. After a couple of hours of frenetic energy I felt rightly justified in spending the afternoon laying on the sofa watching old movies and admiring my handiwork as I glanced around the house from underneath my warm fleeces and pillows, once again accompanied by Kota and Rosie Lee. Not a twinge of guilt at any time for not visiting a place or person or exploring a new destination.
Sunday was only a little better in that the rain had more or less stopped but it was cold out, so suffering from a little cabin fever I drove out into the countryside, choosing roads I'd not taken before and finding a lot of them no more than dirt tracks, full of deep puddles that I loved aiming my tires at and glossy red mud that I skidded through.
And so feeling content I rounded off my weekend in the same way it had started, kicking back on the sofa, relaxing in front of the fire with the cats, and reading a book through the last hours of Sunday.