|[this has nothing to do with anything. but they were delicious]|
... everyone at work is nicer. It's a fact. We have pep in our step.
... I don't bat an eye at wearing jeans, skipping the eye-liner, and piling my hair on top of my head.
... my students do independent work, whether writing or oral commentary commentary practice, all period so I can grade or plan.
... I don't have to feel guilty about taking the back, more scenic way home, since traffic is always worse. The one that sucks up the gas like crazy but allows me to at least see some (brown) rolling hills and a (low) reservoir instead of cars and cars and cars.
... I have this naive sense of optimism about what will get done over the weekend. There just seems to be so much time awaiting. All-the-time-in-the-world kind of time.
.... I get to make a monster to-do list that is categorized and ambitious and sometimes color-coded (see above).
... I can accept that whatever stresses the week brought are at least temporarily put on hold.
... I can begin my two-day dinner-making hiatus. Friday means burritos. Or pizza. Or french fries.
... I can sit around after work and watch Sawyer destroy the kitchen instead of rushing around to fold laundry or "do-whatever-just-has-to-be-done-right-now-because-oh-my-god-tomorrow-I-have-to-get-up-at-five-in-the-morning-and-go-to-work."
... I at least pretend that I'm going to catch up on my sleep. Miracles do happen. Teething toddlers do sleep ten hours straight.
Happy Friday, friends. The weekend takes on a whole new meaning when summer break is over.