Let’s hear it for those quiet weekends. With my work week done on Friday, I got up late today (Saturday) and am slowly hitting a few chores. We’ve got nothing concrete planned for the weekend and can absolutely lay back. I am someone who can appreciate the restful times, particularly when there hasn’t been much of it lately.

Yesterday I got home and I was truly going on about this and that at work. My hubby poured me a glass of wine and I sat and finished whatever the heck I was talking about and it was done…processed. Hello, weekend.

It’s 11 more days until we fly to London. I’m at that countdown stage, where I’m reminding myself of how close I am to the trip. It helps when I’m swamped at work, as a psychological shot of espresso. “What’s that…what do you need..oh, well I’ve got 12 more days to London.”

The National Theater announced a production of Translations, which fits our timing so we picked up a few tickets. We will also see Solaris, Falsettos, and an evening with Ian McKellen. There might be one more show there but we want to check out the half-price ticket booth. This trip is probably the quickest jaunt I’ve taken to the UK ever, as it’s under two weeks but I’m happy for the time.

On the way back, instead of flying all the way back, we will stay for a few days in New York City. We will meet up with my friend Joel, who is visiting from Las Vegas and catch Tootsie and Inheritance (part 1).

11 more days…