It's 3am I must be lonely.

Well, I've had a weekend on my own. Two nights and three days of enjoying my own company. I have to say, apart from missing my son, it has been sheer heaven. To me, the words "me time" conjure images of face packs, hot bubble baths, wistfully evaluating the deeper meaning to my existence, long lonely and wintery walks... etc. But no, I sat on a sofa idly peering through my facebook feed, inside laughing (not LOLing) at trolls on youtube video's (which I actually LOL'd at) and watching television. And as quite unproductive and useless as all of that is, I loved every minute of it. I have returned home and to all of my immaterial and inconsequential "problems" with a sense of calm, which is basically the best I could have hoped for. That is all, for now.