Beg, borrow, or steal.

Two days off from work, and my major accomplishments were ordinary things: cooking dinner, baking muffins, the gym every day, some tidying-up around the apartment, and a bit of writing. Mostly, this weekend's highlighted how unreal my current job seems. There's no real space in the office to move or settle. There's no privacy, no little staff area - no canteen area, no kitchenette, not even a coffeemaker.

The gym visits have been the most surprising part of this weekend. I've missed going on a near-daily basis, four to six times a week. It's one thing to get a decent workout in from the dumbbells I've got in my apartment, and another to rack up something in the squat cage.

Next Monday and Tuesday are off as well. In all probability, it'll be more of this, again. Maybe with a couple extra movies thrown in for variation. Definitely with more writing. It's trickier to get into the groove in afternoons instead of after dinner, but once I get there, I can manage well enough.