I went bathing suit shopping for the first time in many, many years. And didn’t cry. I went to a pool party on Memorial Day and had to stop at home to get my bathing suits since I didn’t take them when I moved out. I’ve had one bathing suit I’ve worn the last few years, and it still fits, but I didn’t feel 100% comfortable. So I thought about getting a new one, and instead of getting a two-piece, I decided to get a one-piece. I haven’t had a one-piece since I was a kid but, hey, they’re coming back in style. I went to Target the other night—Josh came for moral support—and I think it’s a miracle the first one I tried on was the one I ended up getting.

I’ve stopped making my bed every morning. I used to make my bed every single day; maybe it was because it was really my only personal space when I lived at home and/or it was because for a year and a half I worked from home out of my bedroom. But for the past few months, I’ve stopped making my bed every morning, and guess what, the earth didn’t stop spinning. Maybe I’ll get back into the habit of making it every day, but for now, it’s not that big of a deal to me anymore.

I have Fridays off this summer. Last year, we had half-day Fridays, which were nice, and we thought we’d have that again this summer, but we got an email from HR before the Memorial Day weekend that said we’d have Fridays off instead. It’s been actually pretty nice so far, and it works out well for me because Josh has Fridays off so we can plan a few day trips this summer.

I really enjoy sleeping in a queen bed. Up until last fall, I had slept in a twin-size bed for my entire life, even when I lived at college. When I moved into my condo, I brought my twin with me, even though it looked so tiny in my large bedroom. My friend from work was looking to change her guest room into a home office, so she offered to give me the queen mattress and bed frame. And I absolutely love it. I fully take advantage of being able to spread out and sleep in the middle of the bed.

I very much value what I call my “24 Hours of No Human Contact.” I recently instituted this after just having a really long week that involved a lot of talking and socializing. These 24 hours happen over the weekend when I have the opportunity to just stay home and do whatever I want. I’ll still text throughout the hours, but I don’t plan on seeing anyone in person. I’ll usually go for a run, sit outside and read, and catch up on my shows; it’s nothing earth-shattering but having my own alone time helps me recharge, which is the introvert in me.