For the first time in ages, we had a weekend with no plans. Soccer season is over. I didn't have to prepare a meal for twenty. We didn't have any deadlines. We talked about checking out a barbecue festival in Manhattan, but we didn't feel like dealing with the crowds for the Puerto Rican day parade, so we stayed home.

We puttered. We mapped out plans for making a small pea gravel patio in the backyard. We made a pot of chili for a World Cup party. I read obscure sections of the New York Times. I stared at the Crate and Barrel catalog and tried to form an opinion about sectionals. We showed up to church twenty minutes late.

I did a lot of pacing, because I felt that I should be doing something. Too much restless energy. I need to break down my big goals for the year into smaller steps. In the meantime, I'm going to blog. Blogging makes me feel productive.