Seems that as soon as you walk out the door Friday, it's almost time to walk back in on Monday. This weekend was no different for me.
But I am so grateful and appreciative of having weekends off. Job(s) that I like. Life. In fact, we should have a rampage of appreciation and gratitude today... like for the morning glory flowers on the left. They're beautiful.
Had lots of ambitious plans for work, well book work, I wanted to get done. Wanted to get a few pages written. Wanted to finish some questions the publicist at Kensington had for me. Wanted to read through a few pages of the final galley of Right Side/Wrong Bed -- it was messengered to me Friday; have to proof it and get it back in on Aug. 8. Wanted to do a few social things with friends.
I managed the social things. Went to a fun dinner party and movie night at a friend's house in Studio City. Saw Perfume. Good film. Twisted, at times. But good. Managed to read a few pages of the Right Side/Wrong Bed galley.
This morning, I feel tired. TIRED. Don't ask why. Sunday was relatively calm, after church, brunch, gym, etc...
But I'm teaching a class this morning (one of my summer projects, Mon and Wed mornings) and I think I'm doing to do what most teachers do when they don't feel like talking for an hour.
We show a film. And get some of our own work done while it's screening. :-)