I don’t know what it is about traveling, even for a weekend, that makes me feel like I must leave my house in a cleaned up condition.

I had a pretty productive day last nite. Came home, did dishes, vacuumed, cleaned the cat area, started laundry, had dinner, went to get a haircut (I don’t like it as much as I liked my last haircut at Great Clips, but eh, it’s just hair. I can fix it, and it’ll grow out fine), and did laundry thru the night and finished it. Watched several episodes of Angel in the wee hours of the morning. Brushed Dodo.

This evening I have jujitsu 6:30p-8:30p so I won’t have time to do much. Maybe I’ll get gas on my way home and touch up my hair color after I get back. Maybe I should start packing. Maybe I should light a fire in the fireplace, light candles all over the living room, curl up and read a good book to the sound of the rain. With the cat yowling loudly and rubbing fur all over me.

I love all the freedom and options and the peace of mind to take advantage of all the freedom and options.