perfectly normal weekend

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.