One Touch of Venus

I had a busy and bizarre weekend of events, and part of me (not the part that has to wake up) is glad it's Monday. A part of me (the part that has to wake up) loves the bed I sleep in.

It was a Once sort of weekend. The sort that had me wake up on Saturday with a list already in mind, and adding to it as the day went on. Once we get through lunch we can leave. Once we get to the winery, we can buy wine. Once we get to the restaurant, I can drink. Once we pay the bill, we can shop. Once we find a place to eat our Empire cookies, we can wait out the rain. Once we get to the theater we can forget about the time. Once we get home, we can finally relax. Once he wakes up, I can finally start my cubicle. One of those sorts of weekends.

And yet, apart from a stranger beside me at the theater unblushingly stealing my sunglasses and wearing them on her head for the entire second act, I had a fabulous trip. I slept through the night for the first time in a long time.