I didn't end up going out last weekend because I got sick. I don't want to go out anymore. Not now, not this weekend, not for awhile. All I want to do is curl up on the couch and watch a movie that will bring me to tears or cause me to think about new and deeper things... then take some painkillers and fall sleep and dream. I want to hide within a cocoon. Maybe for a month or two. And emerge later on in the spring, transformed and rejuvenated.