Today was going to be a pretty uneventful, even boring, Saturday. Sure, I'd meet up with some friends at the Sunnyvale Farmers' Market, in the morning, but other than that and a few errands (dry cleaning, rest of the grocery shopping) I had little else to do. Usually, on such a free day, Mark and I would come up with a crazy scheme to go to the city (SF) or even Napa, on a whim. At least we would play catch and watch a movie. But not today, since Mark has work to do. In fact, when Mark first announced he had to work quite a bit this weekend, I was disappointed, because he knew I was going to be out of town during the week leaving him free to stay late at the office and/or work late at home without feeling as if he was neglecting me. But his deadlines are not always within his control, and Chicago wanted to launch on Monday, so he's working over the weekend.
Still wondering what to do with my afternoon, I recalled my weekends when I was at Fenwick, and the awful feeling of spending all of a beautiful Saturday cooped up in my office with only the free Starbucks coffee to help me block out the sound of carefree sun-filled fun outside. I recalled the feeling of returning to the office at 9am on a Saturday after having left the office only eight hours earlier, and spending the entire Saturday pulling together exhibits, making sure boxes and boxes of 3-inch binders contained the appropriate documents in the appropriate order for someone else's deposition or depo prep. And suddenly I was relieved and happy that I had spent a morning outside sampling fresh, local produce, enjoying my friends, and was now home with Mark, even if he's going to be at his computer most of the afternoon.
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