So, can anyone here spell "unproductive weekend"? After the heady excitement of Saturday night, what could I possibly do for an encore, obviously not much. I slept in till 8:30 am, bummed around here and at the lab, laundry, dropped off some film, and was immensely grateful to kill a few hours with Peta (B) in the afternoon. I finished the stuff I want to send for Valentines day, even though there's no way they'll get there in time, at least this year I get to celebrate it. :)
I was having a snooze about midday (I love napping when it's daylight), the sheets were fresh, the birds were tweeting, I was feeling warm and I thought wow, I so wish I had someone here right now to enjoy this with. I ran a few mushy scenes through my head of how I'd hold them, listen to their heart-beat through their chest, kiss them on the shoulder, watch them as they sleep… *sigh*