I love long weekends. Especially when they happen to fall on the first actual hot days we’ve had all year. Driving home from the grocery store on Saturday, I was already so hot I knew nothing else was going to get done for the rest of the day. It was an all day in the pool kind of day.
In fact, I think it’s safe to say that at least 75% of my weekend looked like this:
I intended to lay in the pool with a textbook and get some studying done, but instead I decided to achieve absolutely nothing and read a book instead. This book to be specific:
I’ve had this book sitting on my coffee table for ages, but I’ve never had time to read it.
I’m almost finished it now, and I’m sad. It’s perfect pool reading, and I’m not quite ready to be done with it yet.
Basically, the weekend was full of pretty much all the things that make summer weekends great. Including peacocks,
and mid afternoon cocktails.
Maybe even a sunburn or two.
Ok, the sunburn part wasn’t so great. Apparently my sunscreen application skills are sub-par.
Anyhow, it was a good time. I achieved next to nothing of any importance, but I think we’ve established that’s kind of my thing lately, and I’m done with fighting it.
If I get nothing done and have a fabulous time regardless, there are worse things right?