Call your Mom.
Drink wine. Lots of it.
Consider managing your Fantasy Football team as a full-time job.
Let your boyfriend cook you dinner. And bring flowers. And wine. (This is less of something to do, and more of a bonus).
Alas, in the past few days I have found myself doing all of the above.
And yet, I’m not feeling too bad for myself. I’ve decided to use this as an opportunity to find something to do that I love. I’m not sure quite what that means yet, but I’m certain I’ll find it.
In the meantime, I’m finally getting a hankering to get back in the kitchen. Peanut butter sandwiches have been good to me this week, but there’s a butternut squash on my counter that is SCREAMING for me to do something with it.
I’ve clearly got the time….