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canyonwalkerThis past weekend I took it easy. That was important because I need the rest after a busy end to last week. But it wasn't work-busy, it was leisure busy. I'm retired now, so I don't have to wait until the actual weekend to squeeze in a quick, weekend-size trip. I can leave on Wednesday afternoon and come home Friday. Then I still have the weekend for... uh... weekend stuff. 🤣
So, what did I do with the weekend? First off, we got home Friday night around 8pm. I unpacked, showered, and puttered around until I was good and tired for bed. (I'm a couple days behind on blogging about Friday's travel. It's coming soon.)
Saturday, I don't remember much. I think I slept in. Or maybe I got up early-ish then puttered around for a while. I don't remember! I know we got out kind of late for lunch. Like, I thought it was 11:15 when I asked Hawk if she was hungry, but it was already 12:30.
We definitely ate lunch on Saturday. I know that, because if I missed lunch my brain would be reminding me of that one time my stomach was transmitting "Feeeeed me, Seymour!" signals all day for the next 6 years. That's definitely not the case. But I don't remember now where we ate lunch or what I did for most of the next few hours after it... except that I was at home afterward, puttering.
Sunday morning slipped through my fingers faster than expected. I had to do some prep for my D&D game. There wasn't enough time. I prepped the parts I thought were most important. My D&D group only got to half of them.
D&D was good, though. I'm happy to be playing again. It's a challenge finding days & times that work with this group of adults, though. Every session is a new schedule negotiation because nobody has a consistent date and time they can commit to keep open that works with more than one other person. But for now we're averaging twice a month. And yesterday we managed to agree on playing again this coming Saturday. Bonus!
Sunday evening Hawk and I went back to taking it easy. Our D&D group all opted to go home to their own families or activities, as usual, instead of grabbing dinner with us. So Hawk and I made a simple dinner of gnocchi at home. I browned some sausage and made a meat sauce to go with mine. After that and 2½ glasses of wine with dinner, I barely remember what I did the rest of the evening last night. I mean, it's not like I was drunk. With 2½ glasses of wine I'm usually not even buzzed. I just don't remember because... I guess because it didn't matter?
It's a little disorienting to forget what I did yesterday or the day before. It's disorienting because I've always had a strong memory. But I kind of like being able to forget because it just didn't matter.
So, what did I do with the weekend? First off, we got home Friday night around 8pm. I unpacked, showered, and puttered around until I was good and tired for bed. (I'm a couple days behind on blogging about Friday's travel. It's coming soon.)
Saturday, I don't remember much. I think I slept in. Or maybe I got up early-ish then puttered around for a while. I don't remember! I know we got out kind of late for lunch. Like, I thought it was 11:15 when I asked Hawk if she was hungry, but it was already 12:30.
We definitely ate lunch on Saturday. I know that, because if I missed lunch my brain would be reminding me of that one time my stomach was transmitting "Feeeeed me, Seymour!" signals all day for the next 6 years. That's definitely not the case. But I don't remember now where we ate lunch or what I did for most of the next few hours after it... except that I was at home afterward, puttering.
Sunday morning slipped through my fingers faster than expected. I had to do some prep for my D&D game. There wasn't enough time. I prepped the parts I thought were most important. My D&D group only got to half of them.
D&D was good, though. I'm happy to be playing again. It's a challenge finding days & times that work with this group of adults, though. Every session is a new schedule negotiation because nobody has a consistent date and time they can commit to keep open that works with more than one other person. But for now we're averaging twice a month. And yesterday we managed to agree on playing again this coming Saturday. Bonus!
Sunday evening Hawk and I went back to taking it easy. Our D&D group all opted to go home to their own families or activities, as usual, instead of grabbing dinner with us. So Hawk and I made a simple dinner of gnocchi at home. I browned some sausage and made a meat sauce to go with mine. After that and 2½ glasses of wine with dinner, I barely remember what I did the rest of the evening last night. I mean, it's not like I was drunk. With 2½ glasses of wine I'm usually not even buzzed. I just don't remember because... I guess because it didn't matter?
It's a little disorienting to forget what I did yesterday or the day before. It's disorienting because I've always had a strong memory. But I kind of like being able to forget because it just didn't matter.
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Date: 2026-03-17 11:02 am (UTC)(for me, "don't remember" usually just means "played video games and decompressed" which is a nice thing to experience sometimes!)
~Sor
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Date: 2026-03-18 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-03-17 03:15 pm (UTC)Wine is one of my loves, but it does cause me to be severely forgetful. I'm trying to keep it at 2 glasses, but especially when Kevin is traveling (which I know is the worst time to drink) it is easy to ease into that last little pour. Everyone says drinking before bed is terrible for your sleep quality, and mine is in the toilet, but the pleasure outweighs the resltlessness. Let's blame it on the sleep apnea.