Claudia is my sock twin.
It’s Friday. Even when Friday doesn’t actually mean very much to a person whose schedule is kinda crazy, the word “Friday” just has that feel-good feeling. Doesn’t it?
I’m a little confused, though, timing-wise. I took tonight off (nights off have to be arranged two to three months in advance, so you gotta be a planner) and I’m going to a concert. I’d tell you what the concert is, but you’d either be jealous of me or think I’m an idiot. Okay, quit it. I’ll tell you. I’m going to see the Indigo Girls again. Ahem. What can I say? I lurve them. And I *have* to see them with my sister Christy. She and I have had mad IG love forever, and it’s just not the same seeing them without her.
And I usually have weekend nights off, but I’m working both Saturday and Sunday nights this weekend. We’re so sorely understaffed right now that the only way to take time off is to have friends work for you. I don’t mind working for anyone, really, but there are some people that I actually enjoy working for — they’re the type that not only work for me but do it with a smile. Luckily, though, I’ll be off by one a.m. on Sunday morning, which leaves me enough time for a good little (five hour) sleep before our long run (eight miles this week).
Wait a minute, that was parenthetical, but I have to write more on it. Eight miles! That’s just silly. Dang, I just mapped the distance from my house to work and it’s 7.6 miles. I am at once impressed by that and at the same time completely underwhelmed. Eight miles! Wow! Oh, just eight miles.
I’ve decided, by the way, that Monday is for me. For ME. I’m not doing anything except sitting on my couch and watching all my TiVo’d TV that’s waiting for me, right now, as I type. I actually had to go to work last night with ten minutes left of last week’s Six Feet Under. Isn’t that awful? I love that show *so* much. But I haven’t had much time to sleep lately, and that wins over TV every time. Duh.
All right. See you Monday. Have a happy gazelleish weekend!