I have had a relaxing day. I needed a relaxing day. I spent my day doing some of the things that life requires of all of us (laundry, correspondence, and grocery shopping) and can now indulge in my very favorite activity – reading under a quilt.
I sometimes think back to my youth and can vaguely remember how exciting and glamorous I thought my Friday nights would be when I was a woman on my own.
Here I sit, listening to the rain through the open windows and reading Zizek.
This is not what I pictured. It is better.