I need this weekend.
I need all of this weekend.
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To sleep.
To pace.
To think.
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To fill in word puzzles.
To move stuff around.
To read nonsense on the Daily Mail, and articles in The NYTimes.
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To let the rain wash the oak tree pollen off my Jeep.
To go to the damaged old house, gather up some much-needed summer clothes and wash those clothes for my trip on Monday.
To calm the f*ck down about the size of this new house.
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To open an unopened kitchen cupboard door.
To figure out the bathroom shower spray.
To put stuff on a shelf.
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To listen to the robins and grackles.
To give a name to the dark grey squirrel who has been visiting the backyard.
To take a ride down by the River, and sit awhile on the bench-like boulders lining the water’s edge.
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This is why I require the entire weekend.
Simply put? A weekend just to be.
Oh … and perchance … to dream.
Happy Saturday.