The glory that is Friday...

Without going into too much detail, suffice to say this past week hasn't been great. Too much work and too much emotional crap to wade through. Which is why Friday feels, to me, like a deep sigh of relief. I was supposed to go to my sister's house for dinner but seriously I just wanted to come home. I stopped off and got a lovely bottle of wine, came home, got in my jammies, had a glass and watched old movies and bad TV. And you know what? That was exactly what I needed.

Sometimes being solitary and quiet is what I need. Not that I like being alone. No, I hate that. There's a difference between that and being solitary. Solitary to me means to have time to breathe, look inward, regroup and relax. It's healing. And I highly recommend it...with a good glass of Chardonnay.