I've been out of school for two years now, but the past decade of intense education has left me with a slightly bipolar approach to weekends. On the one hand, Saturday and Sunday are the only two days of the week that beg for leisurely mornings and decadent preceding nights. On the other hand, I always spends those two days fleeing from seemingly necessary productivity. The Damocles' sword of take-home essays and reading assignments has hung over my head for more than ten years, and even now - now that I have been a fully-fledged member of the workforce for longer than the length of my career as a post-graduate student - I cannot escape the feeling of needing to laissez les bon temps rouler as manically as possible before having to submit to the inevitable depression of finding myself at the dining room table at 8pm on Sunday evening trying to keep my eyelids open over Hildegard von Bingen.
(Christine, that image is for you. You're welcome.)
And then I remember, periodically throughout the weekend, that while I may have a list of errands to run, I don't have homework. I. Don't. Have. Homework. Woop!
Which is why, at 8pm on a Sunday night, I am on the couch with a bowl of comfort food and at least two hours of Battlestar Galactica on the TV. (Yes, I know it's nerdy - or geeky; I can never remember the difference between the two - but, seriously, it's like The West Wing in space. And you know I love The West Wing. Oh, Josh, how I miss thee...)
Anyway, it's been a lovely weekend full of walks and brunches and afternoon teas as well as an epic grocery shopping trip to Waitrose and some cooking adventures (including a test-run of this recipe for turkey meatballs). I hope you've enjoyed your weekend, too!