There was a time that as soon as the door closed behind me at home on Friday night, I'd call out, "Let's go out to eat."
That's all changed.
Now I'm pretty much a hermit once I leave the office.
While the coffee is brewing, I am changing into PJs and settling in for a weekend of nothing-ness.
There have been many, many weekends of late that once I sequester myself into Ten Broeck Manor, I don't step outside again until Monday morning.