Weekends, Weekends...

What is it about weekends? I never seem to do anything, and yet they are so much fun. Every Monday morning somebody asks me, "What did you do this weekend?" I of course feel obligated to come up with something fabulous to report like emerging as the champion beruit competitor at some all-night party or engaging in some lofty artistic or cultural pursuit. But no. The Lovely S and I slept late, read the paper in bed, enjoyed some cappucino, went to the gym, cooked a nice early Valentines Day meal of steamed mussels, roasted veggies, cava, and ricotta and honey torta. We cleaned out our closets. We donated clothes to Goodwill. We made pizza dough. We did nothing exciting, and we enjoyed it immensly.

Oh, before leaving work Friday, I was offered a promotion. Yeah! That was exciting. Three jobs in five months. Maybe this one will satisfy.