I'm really trying to make a weekend. I am.
Yesterday I was out of the house from 9:30 until 3, shopping and watching a movie. (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was pretty good, by the way. If you're one of those people who never saw or didn't like the original movie, I'd even go so far as to say liking this one hardly amounts to blasphemy. It's a good adaptation of the novel rather than a rehash of the movie.) I went out again later to see what was at the local Ross, where I have decent luck finding clothes. Kevin and I had a late dinner of pizza takeout from Amici's in Mountain View. So far, so good.
This morning, I met up with my coworker and her roommate to drive up the winding Page Mill Road into the Palo Alto hills for a little hike. It was a lovely drive and a great little walk. But I was home before noon--wouldn't want to be out in the blazing full afternoon sun--and that left me with a whole afternoon to fill. Which I'm currently contemplating.
There's the North Beach Jazz Festival, which my sister suggested, though at this point, I'm feeling pretty beat and a trek into SF to watch jazz, which is not my favorite genre, sounds only mildly appealing. There are no other movies playing this afternoon within a 15-mi. radius of my house that I want to see. The few people I know are either working or busy or I don't want to bug them.
I do have a DVD to watch, at least. And I guess I could, uh, read or something.
But really, I did try.