Monday Monday

Another weekend come and gone. Another week to ponder and work.

My weekend was nice, a lot less busy than I thought it would be, always welcome.

Friday night I went and had drinks with my Chicagoist ladies. It was such a pleasure. In this day and age of my shifting all kinds of things, from priorities to past friends, it was lovely to just hang out with some funny, smart, hilarious, kind, dirty women. To sit around a table and laugh and feel a part of something was huge. My bike ride home at midnight was wonderful, feeling good and happy.

Saturday was lunch with my brothers and my mom. It's amazing to me how my denial can aid me in difficult times, it’s not easy to move my mom around, and if you just shut out the emotions, and concentrate on the task at hand, it amazes me we get her moved at all.


Lunch was delicious and in our childhood town. It’s so weird to drive around the suburbs you haven’t seen in 15 years and remember so many things you didn’t even know you had forgotten.

Saturday night was date night, off to see Superman and have crappy bratwursts at the Old Town Music festival (my favorite). Superman was good, but made me miss Mr. Reeves more than I would have guessed. That sweet handsome man, totally missing from us now.

Sunday was quiet quiet quiet. It was hot outside, so even ideas of going outside to spend the afternoon, seemed stupid on further examination. I stayed inside, played on the computer, and mapped out some pretty interesting things I’m working on. More on that to come.

And now here we are, Monday afternoon, the world starts again, the cog keeps turning (do cogs turn?) and again, my denial comes into play, as I make believe it’s okay with me to keep leaving my dog and my creativity at home.