When I didn’t have a “real” job, I kind of lost the difference between weekdays and weekends–except that weekends were, annoyingly, the times when suddenly things would be closed when you needed to go there (like the post office), or crowded when you needed to go there (like Trader Joe’s).
On the other hand, weekends were the times when friends were more available to do things, so that kind of made up for it.
But now! I am having a huge TGIF thing going on. And it’s not even like I’m going into an office all day, every day; but this week did feature rather too much setting-the-alarm, getting-up-early, dressing-up, going-places (in the rain and floods), etc.
And the fact that I don’t have to set the alarm for tomorrow? Oh my god. I remember this from before. Friday nights were when I was entirely out of gas. Saturday mornings were for sleeping in.
That sounds awfully good to me. It’s been quite a week.
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We had been tentatively planning that I would go to Seattle this weekend, but for a number of reasons (not the least of which being all the road closures because of power lines down, and snow/ice everywhere, and more flooding predicted), plus the fact that Mark is coming down here next weekend–and earlier than anticipated, as one of his friends is performing next Friday night–I’m going to stay here. I already told work I couldn’t do an open house this weekend, and you know? I’m going to leave it that way. I’ll do two, maybe three a month; but this weekend, I think I just need to recharge batteries.
And maybe deal with that fallen-down tree. The only progress I made today was taking a picture of it. It’s larger than it looks in the photo, but, okay, maybe not as tall as the house. (As tall as the *neighbor’s* house, anyway!)
That’s her porch it’s kind of leaning against, but mostly it’s just in her side yard, and it doesn’t look like it’s damaged anything. Even so. I bet she wants it out of there.