Having spent the bulk of the weekend up in my comic book room, buried in comic books, I kind of feel like I “missed out” on the weekend.
The GL Room, back to order.
I feel productive, but also feel like I missed out on valuable time with my friends, husband and dogs, not to mention the unending “to do” list around the house. I am cursed to alway play the “what else could I have done with this time” game. No matter what I do, I always wonder if I should have used my time doing other things. Having said that, I feel very productive, and stopped early enough to enjoy dinner, cocktails and some favorite TV shows with my family. All-in-all, not the worst weekend.
None the less, I wish it had been longer. (“That’s what HE said.”)