Friday nights are my favorite night of the week. The whole weekend awaits. I have a self-made rule that I leave my school bag in the car on Friday nights so that I'm not even tempted to do the mountain of grading or lesson planning that I know awaits.
Tonight I picked up Panera and took it to darling dearest, who has duty on the ship tonight. We didn't do anything special, just ate dinner, then made some popcorn and watched TV. I left at 8:00, only to discover that the gate I had entered the base through was no longer open. Grrrrr....finding another open gate, in the dark, on that sprawling, industrial, naval base is no small feat. Especially since half of them are currently closed for construction. I felt quite proud of myself when I found a road I recognized and made it back to the interstate.
And now it's time to relax and glory in the simple fact that I don't have to set an alarm for tomorrow. The cat, neglected all day, ignored the dinner I fed her upon arriving home and has instead opted to settle herself at my feet, purring incessantly and occassionally walking up the bed to lick my arm before reclaiming her spot. She's a very....unique individual. I love her.
To Fridays!
"I get something out of them. When I feel down, I like to treat myself. Clothes never look any good, and food just makes me fatter, but shoes always fit." In Her Shoes ~Jennifer Weiner
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