Kind of a weird weekend. I felt myself in a holding pattern all weekend. I got a little bit of routine writing done (Chicagoist) and did my taxes on Saturday, and we watched three movies. Andy has been sick with a cold since Friday night. In an odd sort of way it was satisfying to look after him. But I had no direction all weekend. It’s this waiting. I feel like I can’t get myself together until I know one way or the other.