Last weekend, the government decided to give us a statutory holiday. A silly one, maybe, but hey it was nice to have a long weekend in February. It seems a little nuts that February is nearing the end already.
If you ask Bunny, he'd say it's a little nuts that I'm saying the long weekend was "blissful". We did some very hard work over the weekend, that resulted in a few mini freak outs (mostly due to outside forces annoying the pants off us) and three long slow days of anxiety. It's work that continues, but we slogged through the worst of it sequestered in the basement and now we're just moving forward and continuing. It's a big deal all around.
Here's the thing, though. Even cranky, anxious and grumpy I would choose three days with no one but Bunny and the dog before anything else in the world. Curled up on the couch, working on our projects, watching the last season of Fringe and countless movies and reading some crappy fantasy (metaphysics needed a few days hold for this) and watching Bunny play video games is not a bad way to spend a weekend. I ate so much junk food I almost puked.
So three hard days were kind of blissful, just for the company. Tuesday morning after Bunny had left for work and while I was getting ready, I had the suckiest puppy dog ever. It's like he knew our quiet little weekend together was coming to an end and it was time to get back to life as usual.