This is the first weekend in three weeks that I've had to myself. No dinners, no impromptu BBQs, no poor planning that means I've doing a 2 hour round trip to the same location both days. It's perfect. Granted, this also means a weekend to spend with my dishes and laundry, instead of having dinner conversations where one party offers to obtain industry grade food knives for another party, or I end up feeling like the Will Graham to the host's Hannibal Lecter, but I definitely need the rest. I should, in fact, have this weekend and next to myself, to get my home in order and sort myself out for my annual transatlantic trip, especially since this might actually be my last trip for a year or two. Though I'm probably compensating for that with three holidays this year in total. Still, to go back to the Hannibal analogy, it's nice to have a weekend away from trying to convince Abigail that, no really, we need to speak to this Freddie Lounds character first before anything else happens, and that Dr Lecter and I most certainly are not bring Miss Lounds back any cigarettes from our weekend away in Tuscany this year. Though, in my defence, I didn't actually know that chianti came from Tuscany before we booked that one.
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