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Someone expressed shock that I had no Plans for the long weekend, and I was similarly shocked that given a chance to have three solid days at home, one wouldn't wish to take it.

I took it, my friends. I haven't gone anywhere at all since Friday.

I knocked out so much of my to do list. I took early morning walks, and evening walks. I cooked for five hours straight and then read Blackout for almost that long. I napped under trees with kittens curled up by my side. I listened to chattering birds and tended the herb patch and watched a Bourne movie without even ever figuring out if it was the second or third. I baked bread twice and drank a total of about three pots of coffee.

I thought a lot about London.

I saw the same rabbit three mornings in a row.

And I slept with the windows open.