Evidence of a delicious weekend

Recipes may vary

There is a recipe, you see, for a delicious weekend (a delicious day, if you will).

Your recipe may vary from mine.

And mine may vary this week, from that week to the next week.

And so the story goes.

I prefer a weekend that feels like a story.

Side note: I prefer a life that feels like a story. Because it is . . . isn’t it? A story. Only not everyone is aware of it as such. That they are a main character—a leading lady (or man). I find myself overly aware—to the point of soundtracks and character lines playing out in my mind, sometimes escaping my lips.

Now, where was I?

Ah, yes . . . I prefer my weekend to feel like a story, which in turn means my weekend needs to be full of stories. Books, conversations, movies, shows.