I'm at work. I don't want to be at work. Why can't the weekends last longer? If it was raining, I'd feel motivated. I'd feel determined to get stuff done to enjoy the next sunny day. But it's not raining.
If it was Friday, I'd work really, really, really hard to get everything that needs to be done in teh office done, and then would go work from home for the rest of the day (no meetings on Fridays) in front of my beautiful floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall windows.
But it's not raining, and it's not Friday. It's sunny and Monday.
The weekend was spectacular (and relaxing). I stretched my cooking skills on a couple of evenings. (On the menu: Barbecue-baked chicken, corn of the cob and biscuits; barbecue salmon, garlic potatoes and fruit; a delicious shredded chicken taco-type thing. Very good.) Saturday was spent at a farmer's market, and then a nice walk over the Stone Arch Bridge and through St. Anthony Main. Perhaps pictures will be updated soon. :)
All in all, it was a good weekend (love it) that has turned into a Monday (hate it).
1 comment:
I got your note about being at St. Anthony and Mill City on Saturday too! That's crazy! I agree: how did we NOT run into you guys? That would have been a blast.
Ah well, here's to upcoming chance encounters. :)
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