This week wasn't particularly difficult or stressful... work & a handful of non-negotiable afternoon tasks including a visit to the dentist, but I'm worn out just the same. I basically like my job: my co-workers are generally pretty entertaining, my boss is pleasant & reasonable, & I'm lucky to work for a generous company that values quality of life for its employees. Caveats aside, I much prefer Home. I'm a Cancer. That's how we roll.
It's funny how weekdays always seems to drag & drag, then the weekend flies by much faster than it should. Friday nights are typically a bust. Get home, fetch dinner, have a drink, then fall asleep reading on the sofa. "Stop slobbering all over the couch cushions & go to bed," coos my husband. When it comes to any attempt to socialize on Friday night, I'm hopeless. Look, it is not natural to rise at 4:30AM, then head off for immediate productivity. By Friday evening, my body revolts & just switches the lights out. Thinking back, I've always been like this. When I was a kid, I could make it as late as Dallas or Family Matters, then I was out cold. Back then my step-dad would sort of shove at me with his foot & tell me to go to bed instead of conking out on coveted couch real estate. How little some things change over time.
Tonight, Eric had a hankering for a pizza & beer supper. No arguments from me. Olympia was bumpin'. 80s music on the speakers, lots of patrons lingering on the patio, soaking up Happy Hour sunshine. We scored our favorite semi-circle booth by the windows. The Greek Pizza was predictably delicious, but I was disappointed with my Guinness consumption & was struggling to avoid rubbing my fists in my eyes at the bar. C'mon, Woman. It's Friday!
I'll be frank: I had a beer (& a half) & now I'm sleepy. I want to check today's writing assignment off my never-ending To Do list so that I can go read in bed. When we got home, I checked my list of potential writing topics. None seem appealing. I read through a little book of inspirational quotes. Meh. I'm totally ready to roll with tomorrow's topic, but why can't I think of anything to write tonight? Then I remembered: write what you know. I know that I am really glad that it's Friday.
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