I don't think I have words to describe how much I LOVE SATURDAY MORNINGS. I love love love to piddle, but I'm not a natural piddler. Piddling has certain environmental requirements for me - MY OWN reasonably neat home, sunshine, and no pressing deadlines, to name a few. Iced tea and walkable neighborhoods are also preferred. When I woke up this morning, I realized all of my requirements have been met. I don't have to work, the house is in general working order (although the finer points - picture frames and candles and such - still remain in boxes behind a shut door that will probably stay shut for another weekend), and I have no plans. So here I sit, listening to Bruce Springsteen, banana bread in the oven, reveling in my ability to piddle this Saturday morning.
For the first time in a year, I feel like I have the wherewithall to complete a thought.