I’m cruising into the last day of my work week, and all that stands between me and a three days of relaxation is a pack of eight measly meetings.
And one extremely kale-y green smoothie.
Consider it done.
Please someone, tell me that choking down all this kale is going to turn me into some kind of super human.
I need the motivation.
Bagels are sounding really appealing right about now.
In any case, my plans for this weekend actually include no plans at all, which means that aside from spending Saturday morning with Gene and some kettlebells, I am free to really do whatever I want.
Also, I might have to convince myself that what I want is to do laundry and clean my bathroom.
The joys of pretending to be a responsible adult.
Someone’s gotta do it.
Also up this evening: fake book club, which now consists of telling friends what books we like and then drinking wine and snacking.
Since the last time we met, I’ve actually read five books, so I’m feeling literate and also, worthy of giving my opinion.
The iPhone and elevator screen are no longer my only sources of information.
It’s important to keep improving, chickadees.
And with that, I’m off to hit those meetings and cruise right into the weekend.
Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it.