It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m not sure what to do with myself.  Our apartment is cleaned.  The laundry doesn’t need to be done until Monday.  I have a batch of cookies in the oven baking as a treat for Will when he gets home from work.  The rest of my weekend, so far, is totally free.

I have a lot that I could do.  I have a stack of books that I checked out from the library.  I got the next three discs of Ally McBeal from Netflix in the mail today.  There are a few movies that I want to see on On Demand and even more movies that I love and haven’t seen for a while on On Demand for free. I have a knitting project that I could work on.  I have a ginormous bag of doritos just waiting to be eaten.  I cannot decide which fun thing I want to do.

Should I read?

Should I lie on the couch and watch tv?

Should I lie on the couch and watch one of the DVDs that came in the mail?

Should I watch tv or one of the DVDs that came in the mail and knit?

Should I put on some music and knit?

Should I play on the internet some more?

It is kind of weird, especially after all of the woe and bleccch that we’ve been through over the last few weeks, to be sitting here and realizing that I have a whole weekend of fun stretching before me (so far, unless Murphy’s Law decides to eff it up) and I don’t know which fun thing I want to do the most.

I am very Very very Very grateful for this, btw.  I just had to put that out there in case any part of the universe thought I was taking this situation for granted–a phrase I just realized sounds perfectly natural but looks really weird when it is typed out.

And no, I have not had even a single sip of anything caffeinated today, why do you ask?