I’m having a cocoon weekend. I put my pyjamas on after work Friday night and haven’t been out of them since. I’ve done a lot of knitting, a little weeding, and very little else. It’s safe in here, don’t burst my bubble. I was thinking about getting up and going to the gym, or going over and checking out the Unitarians, but I’m just kind of sad and lonely and I think I’ll stay home and be a hermit again today. It’s rainy and grey out anyway.
Plus, my car is parked way the heck up in Idaho in the visitor parking area, because someone had a moving truck blocking my spot last night when I went to pick up Elliot, and I don’t want to walk all the way up there in the rain to get it.
I think I’ll wash the sheets, do the dishes, and maybe – maybe – go out and get some groceries and go to the bookstore. That’s all I think I can handle today. The world is too big and too mean for me.