Friday

Fridays I work all day at the firm.  Joe usually has to be at work by 7:00 on Fridays, so I can either get dropped off at at the train at 6:45 when I don't have to be at work until 9:00 or I sleep in a little and walk to the train station at a more reasonable hour.  This is a cruel choice - sleep means walking in work clothes with a heavy tote bag, but not walking means less sleep.  It's truly terrible to have to make such a decision, especially at 6:00 am.  This morning, by the time I decided I would get up and go, it was 6:20.  Do I still have time? I yelled.  I'm leaving in 10 minutes, he said.  Decision made, I went back to bed.

7:30 - out of bed

8:29 - train downtown

8:55 - something about the morning didn't feel right.  What could it be?  Oh, I haven't had any....hello, friend!

9:05 - ate breakfast at my desk.  Starbucks oatmeal with brown sugar and nuts, grande bold brew coffee.

1:30 - lunch at my desk.  Takeout salad with carrots, cucumbers, apple, grapes, parmesan, and chicken with a roasted red pepper vinaigrette.  More coffee.

5:30 - train home

6:10 - fittingly, my graduation announcements arrived on the last day of the last week of my regularly scheduled school life

6:40 - Joey greeted me with hot, homemade pizza

I'm going to eat, pack, and then head to New York to celebrate the 2nd birthday of a certain adorable cousin of mine.  Tomorrow I will be helping his mama make 40 cupcakes for a bunch of fellow 2-year-olds.  I'm kind of excited!

That's it.  Last week of classes is a wrap.