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.

Cheers.

M