Another weekend.

I have found that weekends with plans, I mean, real plans where I have to get up off my rear and go somewhere or do something are the best for me. So, I was really happy when I went to Baltimore last weekend to see the babies. And I decided to go back this weekend, since it was K-bear's birthday, but her mommy is sick, so the birthday festivities have been postponed. And so now I find that the weekend that I was so looking forward to is not happening. And I'm suddenly in a panic because I'm not sure what I'm going to do with my weekend now. I'm in a place where I do better with plans. Otherwise, I spend too much time inside my head, and that's someplace that I just don't want to be.