Hermit

This weekend, I was one. Seriously. I feel like I had been out every night the week before. Actually, I was out every night the week before. Friday, I was out a bit too late. Ug. That was just ugly. BUT, the wine was good and so was the company.

I don't know how I did it when I was 24. How did I drink until 2 am and then show up at work at 8 am, half asleep but still ready to perform? Saturday, I was a zombie. I kept pumping water into myself and eating Lara Bars. I took a 5 hour nap. And THEN I was human again.

So, being bad, I cancelled plans and hermitted up. I curled up on the couch with a book I'm determined to finish about an African childhood. Its hard reading. I mean she just goes off about how hard it was to live in Rhodesia as a white woman during the war of independence. Maybe I'm the crazy one, but I just keep thinking "who would choose to livin Rhodesia during a war???" But I kept reading.

Sunday, I was good as gold, woke up early, and went to run the Katy Trail. My friend who met me wasn't really into running though. So we didn't get much done. Mostly talked. I was all good with that too. And then I caught up with life. I cleaned a bit. I actually bought food. I paid bills. And then I took another looonnng nap.

Really I have no complaints. I need to do this more often.