I’m 18 minutes away from the weekend. There should be a trip to the auto dealer for some maintenance, some apple picking (welcome to fall, babie!), some music, a cookout, maybe some sunrise pictures (hold your breath), and who knows what else.
It’s been a long week, but I was able to get a little project done today. It was something that came up last minute yesterday and I had it done by lunch. Felt nice to contribute, even if only in a small way. I like winning, professionally speaking, and they don’t have to be gigantic wins to be satisfying.
I’m tired, but I am looking forward to just going home and spending the evening with Jen. She is probably going to be working for at least part of the evening, but that’s okay. Harry will be at a school band thing so I will have to wait a while to hang out with him.
12 minutes left until the weekend. Jen is probably already home. I’ll probably make her dinner when I get home too. What should I make? No idea. Quinoa is the go to, but we haven’t had that in over a week. We’ll see. I miss her and I’m looking forward to seeing her. It’s been 11 hours since last I saw her. Feels like a long, long time.
10 minutes. I think I’ll hit publish now.