Changing sheets and changing moods

Every single Sunday night at about this time, it hits me, "My weekend is over." It's over. Come tomorrow morning I have to get up at a sensible time, put on sensible clothes, pack a sensible lunch and act, well, sensible. I am never ready for sensibility.

Hold onto your seats, at Chez Ragged our weekends are one happening party after another, filled with intrigue and excitement.. Our weekend began with us nabbing dinner out, spending a portion of my Target card, stumbling around Sam's, downing some coffee at Starbucks and making a grocery run. Yes, we went to the grocery and Sam's on Friday night. I don't know what got into us.

On Saturday I drove to our old college town and met up with, of course, a friend from my higher education days. Scientist E is one of those people I rarely see and each time I do, I wish I could somehow borrow one of those transporters from Star Trek (and not be required to wear one of those unforgiving uniforms) and visit her daily. E is one of those people that sees through all of the crap to the real meaning of things and prioritizes accordingly. She knows what's important in life: people. She is fiercely dedicated to those she loves and I admire that in her.

After a multiple cups of coffee, a quick trip to the yarn store, (which I sorta added to our list of "things to do" during a frantic e-mailing session) a lingering lunch and some shopping, I headed home.

I love road trips. And in all honesty, I never seem to mind if I am making said trips alone. Some good music, a big old fountain diet coke or Snapple Asian Pear Tea and I am ready to go. I tend to leave early so I can make some stops along the way. I tend to underestimate the time it will take me to get home, as I follow the same pattern. I do my best thinking driving alone, music lulling me into a quiet zone.

I got home, of course much later than I had intended, where I found lasagna prepared by dear Cynical. And for some reason unbeknownst to me, I was in a horrible mood. It wasn't the lasagna, it wasn't because we weren't getting any snow. I am not certain what was nagging at me.

I was sad, inside and out. Maybe it's the impending work week. Maybe I miss all of my friends that seem so far away. Maybe I just needed a down day, time to wallow a bit and feel sorry for myself.

Today I should have joined Cynical in his visit with his family, but I stayed at home, took a very long shower, watched a movie I've seen 100 times, knitted on my Jaywalker sock, did laundry and admired our new sheets. I didn't want to spill my mood over onto anyone else.

And now it's over. Our weekend has come to an end.

I don't recall when I shot the photograph above, but certainly it could have been taken any day of the week at any hour, as Ike never seems to tire of napping. Pun intended.