So the weekend turned out to be very nice. There was an impromptu trip to San Diego. The sun came out and radiated my skin again. Even though I didn't get to spend time with people that tentative plans were discussed with, I think the way that my feet sifted through the sands of time felt just about right.
Doesn't mean that I wouldn't have liked more. Doesn't mean that I couldn't have worked harder. It means that I found contentment and happiness in what I had around me.