Though Fridays now have little or no meaning to me, they aren’t the end of a work week, or the beginning of a work-free weekend, there is still something special about the day. Maybe it’s that it is once again sunny and almost warm. Or the fact that I spent some of it outside, even though it was only to weed. Maybe it’s just that other people seem to be happier on Fridays, which flows over to me. I don’t know. But today was sort of a nice day.
It was a good day because for the first time since I got back from New York City I got dressed in something besides sweats, and went out with a list of stuff to do. Starting with my favorite place…(guess where)…of course, the LIBRARY! I sat there and read for a couple of hours without falling asleep. It was quiet on this Friday morning, and I enjoyed the luxurary of not having to rush, or to think about what I should be doing instead. It was lovely. Then on to the mall where I bought some sheets and looked at all the clothes I don’t need, out to eat a healthy salad, and finally home to weed in my warm sunny garden. And of course a couple of training sessions with Katie the dog, who happens to already knows all the stuff we’re working on, but doesn’t always care to share that she knows.
I had a really good day. And the best part? Tomorrow is SATURDAY! LOL
May 17, 2008 at 8:26 am
That sounds like a lovely day! And even when I wasn’t working, Fridays and weekends still had a different feel to them, so I know what you mean. Enjoy your weekend!
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