Weekends are much, much too short.

We went up to Brad’s uncle’s cottage this weekend, and although the cottage really was gorgeous, I wish that I had be able to spend more than twenty-four hours there. And that it was warmer. The cottage was right on the water, there were various canoes and other water craft to try out, and the leaves would haveg been gorgeous had they not been covered in a light layer of snow.

So instead, I have decided that tonight will be my “weekend”. As soon as I get home, I’m going to change into my comfy clothes, throw up my feet and do absolutely jack-all.