Today was a snow day! It never gets old. I had to drive in it anyway, but there is just something about major, debilitating snowstorms that make you think Mother Nature just wanted you to have the day off.
Even if you do have to go to work, you don't really work, if you know what I mean. Coffee breaks are longer, some people can't make it in, meetings are canceled . . . things are kind of slow. Plus, there's the knowledge that it's a SNOW DAY. That knowledge alone adds a whole new dimension
to the day. Makes it special somehow.
Snowdays and sledding and hot chocolate and unexpected excitement. Always a good thing, even when you're not in school.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Monday Funday
For the first time in my life, I have found myself looking forward to Mondays.
Until very recently my time has been dictated by school schedules or the traditional work week. Even between college and Peace Corps, when I was working as a waitress, it was still a "gear up" day.
Somehow over the past few months, Monday has turned into my day off. This is ironic because it's really not a day off - I work Monday nights. The apex of my week has shifted and now my busiest days are Friday-Sunday and Thursday is my gear-up day. Also ironic because Thursday really is my day off.
And yet somehow Monday has become my weekend. I don't workout and if I accidentally read all day, well . . . who cares? Not like it's the beginning of my week. Just like maroon is the new black (this season anyway), Monday is my new Saturday.
So here's to that obnoxiously cheery, hidy-ho-there-neighbor beginning of the week that I have finally accepted and yes, come to love. Because who can hate their Saturday? Even if it's really a Monday.
Until very recently my time has been dictated by school schedules or the traditional work week. Even between college and Peace Corps, when I was working as a waitress, it was still a "gear up" day.
Somehow over the past few months, Monday has turned into my day off. This is ironic because it's really not a day off - I work Monday nights. The apex of my week has shifted and now my busiest days are Friday-Sunday and Thursday is my gear-up day. Also ironic because Thursday really is my day off.
And yet somehow Monday has become my weekend. I don't workout and if I accidentally read all day, well . . . who cares? Not like it's the beginning of my week. Just like maroon is the new black (this season anyway), Monday is my new Saturday.
So here's to that obnoxiously cheery, hidy-ho-there-neighbor beginning of the week that I have finally accepted and yes, come to love. Because who can hate their Saturday? Even if it's really a Monday.
The End of the Ending 2/28-3/3
It’s
officially over. The family has come and gone, old photos (mostly) put away and
all the funeral food eaten.
So now what
do we do? My Grandma’s declining health, death and funeral has taken so much
time and energy that I’m not sure what we’re going to worry about from now on.
I actually saw my mom sit down today. Amazing!
I should
have something more eloquent to say about the final end of this ending but I
don’t. I’m too tired. Today my good thing is simply that it’s all finally
over.
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