
I do not work on week-ends. I need the time away from work. I like to be home with my family. The long commute exhausts me. When I add in overtime, it equals too much for me to handle. Last week I stayed at my home away from home for four nights. I stay with my dearest friend. I have the basement to myself. I can put on my jammies and feel comfortable. Sometimes we sit and watch TV together and do not talk. She will play games on her phone. I play on my computer. We chill out from our day. I can say I am going to bed at 8:00 and not have to apologize for it. She can go out to dinner with friends and not worry about entertaining me. That is home away from home.
The only time I read was on my lunch. I did listen to an audio book. More on that later. I will read this week-end.
Today I am relaxing. I grocery shopped on my way home from work last night. I have Italian Beef in the crockpot. I am going to cook a few meals in advance for next week. I paid my son to do some cleaning. I might do a little cleaning. Right now the sun is shining into my living room. Think I will grab a book. Read until I am ready for a nap. Restore and regenerate for next week.
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