There seems to be a point for me on some Fridays where it just seems pointless to begin anything new, or to even work with any gusto on old stuff. My head is already in the weekend: re-grouting the tub, that March of Dimes walk on Sunday, planning the Big Sunday Dinner (i’m thinking a pork tenderloin, some double-baked potatoes and asparagus)…
I’ve got Media Player going on “shuffle”, and quite loud I might add. When I’m not scanning these boards, I’m playing a rousing series of games of Spider Solitaire and reading the bus-kid’s friend’s Xanga entries.
I figure if I make another hour or so of this, others might see today as a “full” workday for me, and I can get out of here with my integrity intact.
Not that I slack by any stretch. Two nights this week, I was at work-related things until past 9, and last night stayed up watching junk on TV (ER, as the observant among you will note) and finishing a series of letters I mailed this morning. So I’m figuring that I have this afternoon of pure fluff coming to me.
Anyone else living the Friday dream?
