I have very vague plans this weekend, which is how I like it. I don't feel too tethered down then. The working week is so much dictated by time - appointments, meetings, deadlines, that free time where there are no firm boundaries or commitments is absolutely glorious. That said, I do have family stuff to do on Sunday. I haven't decided whether to stay over or come back that evening though.
The downside is the risk that I'll spend a good proportion of the weekend on my own. It feels a bit weird because the last 10 days have been revolving around the London Lesbian and Gay Film Festival with meals out with different combinations of friends for different films.
I wish I could somehow work out how to get the right balance between socialising and solitude. I never seem to get it right.