Conversation in my kitchen tonight. Me washing dishes. E comes in.
E: Totally burnt weekend.
Me: Totally. Especially me. Totally totally burnt this weekend.
E: Well, I burnt it even more totally than you.
Me: Yeah… At least we’re feeling well-rested.
Oh, and by ‘burnt’ we meant ‘wasted’. E and I have this weird way of talking to each other. But that’s not the point. The point is that it got me thinking. I remembered all the to-do items (homework, grocery shopping, etc.) I put in my calendar on Friday to be done by Monday. And I didn’t do half of them, and the ones I actually managed to do even weren’t that high up the list. What happened to my priorities? Just a couple of months ago I was desperate to find a good grad school “anywhere but here” and keep ahead with my classes this semester. And now, I’m figuring, heh, staying in this neck of the woods may not be such a bad thing (I’m enjoying what I do and feel good and stuff, so what would be so bad?); and I’m so tired after all that studying for midterms. I think I can allow myself a couple weekends of resting, getting into Christmas mood or whatever, right?
Wondering if I sorted out my priorities right,