It is probably a bad sign that when good things happen, I’m already waiting for the follow-up sucker punch. This weekend was no exception, and that saddens me. So with not much else to write about, nothing insightful to wax philosophical, I humbly reflect on my weekend.

I’m not completely sure why I’ve programmed myself to robotically anticipate the downswing of luck, to wince each time I have an enjoyable day…but it’s something that’s been a part of my life for years now. My general rule of thumb is if I’ve had a really good day, I expect the next two to three following days to be dreadful. Ever the optimist who’s teenage years embittered him, I still feel like a sulky, elegiac youth.

This weekend was thoroughly enjoyable. Though items on the ever-growing To Do List didn’t see completion (or even an attempted execution, to be honest), there was some serious relaxation to be had. And technically, I suppose that there’s some merit in that.

Some great Indian food on Friday and a trip to the best CD store in the world led to an even more enjoyable barbeque at a friend’s house the next evening. Low-key company, complete with affable canines, and an evening at the park was exactly what I needed. In the middle of tossing about the Frisbee, waiting for the fireworks to start, I realized just how stressed I’ve been. It’s rare when I can actively contemplate my stress level these days, since I’ve apparently found a way to block this out of my conscious memory. With the cool evening air, a beautiful sunset and being barefoot in the grass, I think I was able to partially recharge.

I also stepped out of my typical lifestyle routine and watched not one, but two movies. In the same day. I know my friends at home are probably weak from the astonishment, as I’m known for, well, *never* wanting to watch movies. But I saw two, and they were both admittedly enjoyable. Madagascar was playful and fun, though truthfully not up to par with any Pixar production. Hitch was also surprisingly agreeable. I normally run in fear of romantic comedies/date movies/recycled script lines…but the closing credits found me appreciative of a refreshing story, solid acting and actual depth.

As I began the routine drive in to work this morning, going over the events of the past three days, I began to hope that this is the week that breaks the cycle. Hopefully I will not experience the dreaded backlash of a good weekend…as three good days has to equal a month of recompense.

If this is what life in Louisville is like, then I’m sold.