[Saturday Night]

Saturday night. Home alone.

A bowl of grapes, a bag of Shrimp Flavoured Cracker left over from the week. An unopened block of Lindt dark chocolate purchased on a late night grocery shopping trip.

“The Holiday” starring Kate Winslet and Cameron Diaz on high definition TV. Blogging on my Toshiba Dynabook. On the couch, under a red flannel blanket with bears in a blue jumper.

No work. No study. No guilt.

Fantastic.

Unstable wireless internet. Not so fantastic.

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to sit and “veg”.  I’d almost forgotten what its like to do ‘nothing’ – and more importantly, not think about what I should be doing – for a night. It’s almost as good as a holiday away.

Some years ago, I could not imagine having a night in would be so hard to come by. Studies aside, I would still spend the majority of my time at home, curled up in front of the TV or with another  dog-eared book from the library and when the world wide web graced us, with my not-so-trusty VAIO. Today I have no idea what movies are out, what the weekly television program is, and the last novel I bought was in March and I’m still only half way through.

When did life get so busy that I had to plan time for myself?

I don’t dislike being busy. Life is busy. Busy, is good.

But let’s not forget those Saturday nights in.

I’d almost forgotten how its like to do ‘nothing’ and have nothing on your mind.I’d almost forgotten how its like to do ‘nothing’ and have nothing on your mind.