What the Hell Did I Do Last Weekend?
Anything or nothing?
I don’t know what happened.
My alarm on my phone, which is always nestled next to my head under my pillow, started blaring.
It was Monday morning.
I struggled to get myself up and try to make sense of the time.
It seemed it was just last night that I had poured myself a large glass of wine after work on Friday.
I was beyond excited for the weekend.
I had so many plans and so much time.
Friday evening I filled myself with glass after glass of wine and watched TV.
What did I watch?
Did I see a new movie?
Was there something I binged?
I can’t remember.
All I remember is getting in bed on Friday night and thinking of all the things I wanted to get done over the weekend.
- Find a farmer’s market.
- Go grocery shopping.
- Start planning my patio herb garden.
- Go for a morning hike.
- Finish reading one of the many books I’ve started recently.
- Clean the house.