Today after work I am going to have a nice, relaxing evening at home. Maybe I'll watch a movie.
I also intend to clean out the bedroom walk-in closet at some point, and start going through the bookshelf in the den. It is spring cleaning time.
Saturday, I am taking the kitten to the vet, then going to a friend's house for the afternoon.
Sunday, I might be going on a date. He was brave enough to ask me, but hasn't been brave enough to figure out when or where yet.
Considering I am used to someone telling me what I had to do, and making all the plans a full year in advance, and being so controlling I wasn't allowed to breathe without permission, it actually feels good to not know right now. It is good for me, as long as it doesn't continue indefinitely.
Right now, I am in no rush whatsoever.