I had very worthy holiday weekend. Cooked Easter lunch for my Mum, siblings and sister's flatmate and did usual family stuff. I'd even done some housework so house wouldn't be total embarrassment
Worked Sunday night, then went to Mum's and helped keep my sister sane on Monday.
I was looking forward to a bank holiday in lieu type day today of pottering and looking after myself. My lover and I have (as usual) managed to exchange several emails a day and we know we're in each other's thoughts.
I had intended to do some sorting, but decided I didn't have to, if not in mood. I've dismantled one pile of 'to be sorted/pending' stuff and done my laundry. I also sorted the 'chocolate mountain' in my pantry.:D I've now got rid of outdated stuff so only have one large biscuit tin of choc bars left if I don't count chocs in dining room, or the Mars bars in the fridge, or the biscuits... To understand a choc mountain I suggest a visit to the original 'Fat is a Feminist Issue'.
My nice day somehow didn't measure up though, and while not actively miserable I'm passively blue if that makes sense...
Sometimes I just miss him...
He had day with family in town we often visit, so he's had odd day too.