Hooray, hooray, hooray — Mercury Retrograde is over today and so is February. Sayonara and adios! I will be happy to not see either of them again for a long time. And to celebrate their departure, I am heading to the airport and hightailing it to Chicago, by myself, for a long weekend of sleeping, resting, catching up with my friends, and more sleep (and probably some drinks, let’s be honest). Seriously, I hope I sleep like 10-12 hours a night for the next three nights. I hope I am so well-rested when I get home that I look and feel 10 years younger (I will settle for five).
Winter is a funny time to visit Chicago, but I like going for a change of scenery and the simple reason that nothing is expected of anyone/me. I can spend the whole weekend hunkered down at my friend’s house — which is at least different than the four walls of my own home I’ve been staring at for the last three months — drinking champagne cocktails, cooking meals, and watching movies, and it’s fine. But we’ll probably get out for a nice dinner, I think. And we’ll go for some winter walks just to get some fresh air. But other than that, I will be in leggings and slipper socks, being lazy and re-charging for the second half of Jackson’s Terrible Twos.
Also: the Oscars are Sunday! Are you gonna watch? What are your predictions?