Deborah Lipp

I never left the house yesterday. I have been so busy, I don’t know the last time I had an un-booked-up weekend. It was glorious.

I did a great deal of writing on a new book, I did work for the Mad Men blog, I mopped the front hall, did laundry and dishes, watched a movie, played computer games, caught up on a couple of TV shows, shaved my legs, listened to music, prepared my Christmas list and organized the presents I’ve already bought, and did some cooking. Very productive, very relaxing, very exactly what I wanted.

It felt great. It felt like me owning my life.

By the way, anyone who emailed me on Thursday, all my mail went away. Just for about six hours in the middle of the day, anything that arrived then went poof.