T.G.I.F.

5:57 am: alarm goes off, hit snooze

6:25 am: alarm goes off, hit snooze

6:35 am: alarm goes off, “I really need to run.”

6:35-6:45: “what is my problem? Why can’t I get out of bed?”

6:45: “You’re running almost 20 miles over 24 hours in three weeks, go run!”

6:45-7:00: get ready, get dressed

7:00:-7:01: stand outside, attempt to locate satellites on Garmin.

7:02: “it’s really cold…maybe I should get back in bed.:

7:02:30: “You’ll warm up. Screw the satellites.”

7:02:45-7:13: “This still sort of sucks.”

7:13-7:35: This is lovely! The sun is out! I’ll get my run in before work AND be able to enjoy myself at book club tonight!

7:35-7:45: (Running back through the city.) “These traffic lights are lame.”

7:45-7:55: Collapse on couch

7:55-9:00: Get ready, walk Bailey, walk to work

9:00-2:00: Work

2:00-3:30: Have appointment with really cool vendor

3:30-6: Work

6:00-6:20: Panic that your book club is coming over at 7, you’re still at work, and you need to finish cleaning and buy food. Wonder why you’re hosting book club after work.

6:15: Email book club and ask them to come a little later.

6:25: Leave work, walk to Eataly.

6:30: Buy cheese, leave happy.

6:40: Get home, hug dog, walk dog.

6:55: Speed-clean apartment.

7:15: Book club walks in, stress disappears.

It might have to do with all this cheese.

Or the macarons Emily brought.

This prosecco was pretty clutch, too. Light and fruity, it tasted like it had some notes of pear. (And some of awesomeness.)

11:30pm: Curl up with dog and sleep until the sun wakes you up.