Gearing up for the coming week. Surrounded by ungraded papers, piles of laundry, stacks of dishes.
Cuddling with my dog. Watching the NCIS marathon on USA. Pretending that this week isn’t going to be a long one.
I would like to be on vacation. With a hammock somewhere (do I even like hammocks? they should be more comfortable than they are). I’d like there to be soup, and steak and potatoes.
I’d like there to be no alarm to wake up to and no laundry to fold (I’m totally okay with doing the laundry, but the putting it away part is rough).
Someone make that happen.