When I woke up this morning, I was greeted by some muscles that had been in hibernation until yesterday's yoga session. My shoulders and triceps were particularly sore. I think all my time at the computer keyboard had been turning me into Bloggasaurus Rex, with shriveled, vestigial arms capable only of typing and shoving food into my mouth.
I've barely laid eyes on my husband all week long. He's left behind his yuppie lifestyle and gone back to being a professional drummer and studio guy. He's had gigs with various bands almost every night this week and a recording session or two as well. Our sleeping schedule only overlaps by a few hours now, so he's always asleep when I leave for work (unless he happens to still be up from the night before) and I'm almost always asleep when he gets home.
This weekend, though, he only has one gig tonight and then he's available to hang out with me. We're planning on going to the zoo on Sunday and we'll probably see the latest Star Wars movie sometime, too.
I went to a meetup of local bloggers last night and we had a discussion of how people who grew up with the Star Wars series speak of attending the last movie as more of an obligation than a treat. It's as if we feel we must view the final chapter, close the book on that part of our lives and finally move on. That's probably not the way most moviemakers would prefer to bring in big box office numbers, but whatever works!
I'll post on Monday, even though it's not a workday for me (hooray!). Okay, it might be a partial workday whether I like it or not, but at least I'll be at home. I hope you all have a lovely weekend, too.