Ahhh, the collective sigh that indicates we made it to the weekend. I always did not want to have a job that made me feel like I lived for the weekends, because work can feel so productive, I love the feeling of accomplishment etc and wishing away 5 days every week of your life seems so pointless, but I can understand now the feeling. I am going to find a job that I will love. Period.
So off to Chili Verde for dinner, a margarita and then grocery shopping. With luck, this weekend will see the completion of the kitchen backsplash and painting, new clothes for the upcoming trip to Santa Fe and some other projects accomplished. Maybe throw in a movie?