I’m loving having this long weekend stretching out before me. Yesterday, I read almost a whole book (this is good but rare for me) — the third I finished in 4 days.
The view from my window this morning:
I had thoughts, Thursday and Friday, of making this long weekend a read-a-thon of sorts; since I don’t generally get to read during the read-a-thon, this sounded especially nice. But I don’t think I’ll be that dogmatic about it. I also want to spin some yarn, something I haven’t touched since I moved. And I want to knit. Oh, and I’ve got some finished knitting projects that need to be wet-blocked. That’s something I could get done. And let’s not forget the reviews that need written. The posts I can work on for Book Blogger Appreciation Week, which is right around the corner. And my blog could use some maintenance …
But no. Just as I won’t be dictatorial in my pursuit of reading this weekend, I also won’t be turning the weekend into a nonstop Bloggiesta.
Plans for the weekend became a little more up in the air when my husband called me yesterday afternoon from the thrift store, asking how many cubes I thought I needed for yarn storage. He had been planning to build me modular shelving units for my yarn, wool, patterns, knitting needles. But these were already boxes, for way cheaper than he could buy the wood for. The store had them in bulk, and they weren’t broken or dirty. So figuring out the organizational system for the fiber wall will cinch up some of this weekend, I’m sure.
But first, after I finish my leisurely coffee, I’m off to get a massage.
What plans do you have for this weekend? Are they written in stone or sand, or some material in between?