This weekend turned out better than I thought it was going to. Off Saturday, worked Sunday, off Monday. A wacky opening to an exciting week. Only working 3 days this week. Off on Friday and next Monday. Woohoo! Now if only I worked 3 days a week every week…
And I now realize I'm giving you a run down of the weekend like it's Monday. Except that it's Tuesday. Y'know, Monday on a Tuesday? It seems that we discuss this every so often. Can you tell it really throws a wrench in my week? And based on the schedule for next weekend I'll probably stay all turned around for at least another 10 days or so. If not forever. It's a big weekend.
In other news, school is going fine, I dislike it the same as before. Work is good, the job is stable and promising. I'm not sewing, I did make good progress on a new scarf. I watched 4 movies and I ate too much ice cream this weekend.
The emotional part of me disagrees with that last statement about too much ice cream.
I devoured the March issue of Glamour. Read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, which is a quick read and very thought provoking and everyone should read it.
I finished up Monday's to-do list which included grocery shopping and laundry.
Tuesday involves school plus a few more chores and I think the apartment will finally be presentable. Finally.
And while I'd love to sit and scrapbook the New York City pictures I finally printed, they'll have to wait for another week.