Fridays are once again fabulous. I know that may seem like an odd thing to proclaim. Most normal hard-working Americans have fabulous Fridays all the time. TGIF, right? For a long time Fridays were just another day for me. I'd either have a mountain of homework in front of me or weekend shifts to fulfill by obsessive need for stretching myself too thin in my self-inflicted demand for "success."
Now that life has settled down quite a bit, my Fridays are once again Fridays!! They are the end of my work week. And now (woohoo!) the end of Brent's work week. He still has some Casper business to finish up this weekend so I'm thinking up things of my own to do. Possibilities include...dropping off about 4 gallons (mostly empty) of years-old paint at the City hazardous waste collection event; walking in the Fire Hydrant 5k with Brinkley Miles; going to the Urban Gardening Festival at the Gardens on Spring Creek; furniture shopping for my coffee table and end table; building my table/bed frame for my greenhouse; attempting to make butter using heavy cream and a mason jar; whipping up some of my delicious homemade granola bars; dropping off a trunk load of recycling; removing the warped plywood shelves from my patio storage closet; returning library books; getting a haircut; and getting Brinkley a haircut!!
Fridays bring so many possibilities! Ah, the weekend! I'm off to bed with my Encyclopedia of Country Living.
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