This weekend was just what the médicin ordered. I think I finally shook that dark cosmic cloud that’s been haunting me.
I slept and relaxed.
I got a haircut, a pedicure and joined the gym.
I had lots of solo time in which I read Memoirs of Montparnasse and started watching Season 1 of The Wire. (Both thoroughly addictive.)
As much qt solo time as I had, I also had two great dates—brunch with Melissa and an apero with Jo. (New friend alert! Jo’s an Australian art director I met at one of the Ogilvy parties, and she’s awesome.)
I ate well and didn’t drink (save for the one apero).
I feel refreshed and human again. It’s a good thing, too. This week, and this month, promise to be shitstorms.