Home. Alone.

He’s made it out west on his own. It’s fine because he’ll be home in a couple of days, before I even know it. Thankfully, the distance is not the hardest part. In the meantime, I’m enjoying a weekend at home, alone. Well, enjoying is an overstatement; I’m indifferent. But there’s a lot to keep me busy.

Catching up on work: clearing out all of my unread messages, reviewing meeting minutes/memos, triple and quadruple-checking hard copies of drafts, scheduling appts for the next 2 1/2 weeks.

Catching up at home: grocery shopping, laundry, looking into adopting a puppy [!!!!], drinking tons of tea, catching up on my favorite chick shows.

Marathon training. I got my runs in as planned during the past week, but missed today’s…which needs to be made up tomorrow’s and the schedule for next week re-arranged to compensate for the change.

Yoga. Working out.

Catching up with mom via Skype.

Yep, plenty busy.