Super stillness

This past weekend, Super Bowl weekend, was quiet. Very quiet, to the point of feeling strange. For 10 straight weekends, it was, as my dad says, rippin’ and running’–a date, dinners, lunches, brunches, parties, trips home, a trip abroad. Spending a weekend alone, with no agenda, felt refreshing. The batteries were running down a little, and the respite did wonders. Kicking the feet up and watch the game (admittedly not that exciting, until the last five minutes) was the perfect denouement to the weekend.

Now if I can just beat this cold…


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