A is in the shower. I’m in bed with my laptop propped against my knees. We are ready to put another perfectly normal weekend to rest. My friends send e-mail chains full of interesting updates, stories of intriguing dates, and new adventures. I have nothing to write back. I am doing nothing. I have no new goals I’m pursuing. I’m not making any life changes. I’m not even trying to make new friends at the moment. I am drinking in these normal weekends like they are the nectar of the gods. I am doing nothing and I would not change that for the world. I am so in love with stillness. So in love with A.