Ah Saturday night, we meet again. Friday night is easy, I sometimes go to synagogue, last night I took myself out for dinner at the movies (one local theater serves panini) and then to a jazz club. Two glasses of champagne and I was home just after midnight. For some reason, Saturday night is harder.
I suppose if I was motivated, I could clean the house. I've realllly let it slide with Adam gone. I guess, depending on what your personal standards are. I have a thing about dirt versus mess, so I don't leave dirty dishes around, and I've kept up with vacuuming and wiping out sinks and counters and such. But I've let the papers pile up, and one bed is being used exclusively used for laundry (that is, the laundry that's not on the floor). Adam has a higher standard than I do, but mostly I just work harder at it when he's here because I know it's important to him. Buuuut... the only thing less appealing than sitting around watching TV on a Saturday night is folding laundry or sorting papers.
Next plan... I have got to get a life!
