Lately I've wanted to spend all my time at home. I'm not sure why--whether it's the threat of winter coming, the early onset of darkness at the end of every day, the holidays approaching, or just exhaustion following a couple of the most stressful and all-consuming work weeks I've ever experienced--but all I want to do is be home.

I want to lie around and read, write, cook, listen to music, and just sit. I don't want to be getting jostled around in a mall or having to scream over the noise to communicate in a bar. I don't want to be stuck in traffic hollering at whoever's in front of me (generally dick licker or ass clown, depending on the day) to MOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! I just don't want to be out.

It's Saturday and tonight's agenda is looking very laid back. I have to run out to pick up a few things and when I come back I'm planning to run on the treadmill downstairs, have a bath, read, and go to bed at a respectable hour.

An exciting Saturday night? Not in the slightest. But after being run ragged all week, downtime sounds heavenly. Simple things like a bubble bath, a crossword puzzle, a walk around the neighbourhood...those are the things that are the most appealing right now. I want to be quiet.