We (ok, I) like to be hugged by the covers, by the blankets, by a sweater and a pair of sweatpants. B clearly feels the same way. She seeks out the coziness of the shelf padded with a warm cat blanket. She doesn’t mind that the space is a little tight. I totally get it..given that it’s Friday, I expect a lot of hugs this weekend.
If you are like me, sometime on Saturday you mention that you need to do some work this weekend. I know myself well enough now to not even attempt working on Saturday. I need at least the one day off to take a mental break from everything. I can’t even wrap my head around opening the Excel files that soon. But Sunday I plan to put in a solid day’s work, maybe even going to the office since that’s much more efficient. Then Sunday comes around and I think I can fit in a few things in the morning before sitting down at the computer. Before you know it, you are driving home from watching football at the bar at 1:30 in the afternoon. That’s when I start doing math in my head. If I get home and start working right away, I can get in 4-5 hours before dinner, which is still a decent amount of time. As soon as I get home, I immediately take an hour and a half nap. Like clockwork, I’m opening the computer around 3:30. Thankfully, I’ve already done most of the work in my head and can bang it out in between the TV and cat distractions. Depending on how much I have to do, the computer can stay open after dinner as well, making for a very enjoyable moving watching experience. The one upside from this is that I really narrow down which work is important, and the rest waits until Monday.
Happy Friday! It’s time to unwind from the week, get outside, and see friends. Time goes by too fast to worry about the small stuff or spend the whole weekend doing chores. Goya loved going outside. She would spend all day on the deck or out in the yard watching for squirrels or birds. While Henri was the boss inside the house (he only cares about food), Goya was the one taking the lead outside. When we went for hikes, she was always out in front. She had an incredible nose and when we would lose the trail during the winter due to snow, she would sniff out the way back, running back and forth between us and the next 100 feet of the path. She recently lost her battle with melanoma after beating lymphoma a year earlier, but she made the most of every day all the way until the last one.
You know those days when you follow the same routine but don’t get the same result? You get up in the morning, take your shower, get dressed and do your make-up but you somehow still look like you just rolled out of bed. I’m not sure what it is – maybe dehydration or extra puffiness – but being tired isn’t pretty…for cats! Of course, I have no idea what that’s like personally. It’s not like I’ve been accused of looking like a zombie by my lovely boyfriend. If I could relate, I’m sure it would most likely be on a Friday, when the effects of work deadlines and staying up too late have accumulated, when the days have started getting shorter and the fridge is empty. In either case, B and I will be sharing that pillow for a few extra hours this weekend, and I’m sure we’ll both feel (and look) better by Monday.