Long haul flights, jet-lag, unrestful sleep, long days that usually end up with me having less than 6 hours of sleep and just having my usual routine all jumbled up. I don't get my exercise and I get grumpy and it all adds up.
After two weeks of traveling, I yearn for a quiet quiet weekend where I can do absolutely nothing. Just nothing. But the Saturday didn't quite pan out the way I wanted it to be. So it all snowballs and the end result isn't pretty.
I'm making it a point to make it happen. ONE weekend where I don't need to follow any agenda. No running of errands. It's home-stay. I'm afraid of boredom but there's a difference in staying at home doing nothing except reading my books and magazines or net-surfing in my own quiet zone.
But for now, I am just going to savor whatever precious time I have left, to do what I want to do, just for myself.