weekend of oblivion

This weekend started out normally: drank a little too much margarita on Friday, had breakfast on Saturday with J. After that, though, I stayed firmly attached to my couch. I spent some time talking to family and friends on the phone, cooking, watching tv and reading. I cleaned up a little, walked a lot, but mainly I thought. I thought about my life, my (maybe) new house, work, loved ones, and some other stuff. I pondered. I questioned. I had a few revelations. By Sunday night I felt renewed.