What Makes a Weekend
My weekends are about to change drastically, so right now I’m enjoying the old routine of lounging on Sam’s couch with the Chihuahuas and watching Netflix. It’s not particularly productive (aside from being able to get online, but we all know that’s less about productivity and more about wasting time) but it’s fun and relaxing. That is, until Sam decides to kill zombies (some video game nonsense). Then we all stare at the screen; “we” being Niko, Tofu and myself. Video games can be quite fascinating.
For what it’s worth, I did have a fairly active morning. I’m not a total couch potato! I taught a lesson on Avery, rode Abby and helped Sam work Sulley. I also did quite a bit of reorganizing in the tack room. I should have been packing, but I had this awful feeling that whatever I packed I would end up needing soon after. So I have still not packed anything. Packing isn’t important, right? Who does that, anyway? Umm, maybe people who are trying to move.
I’m still slightly in denial about the end of my time here, though I can’t quite figure out why. I hate it here, right? But I also hate change.
Less than three weeks and I’m still questioning this move. Fantastic.