Last night was lovely. I picked up A at work and we went to a Korean/Japanese restaurant in Porter Square. I had a giant Sapporo (yummy beer from Japan) and we shared veggie croquettes and melt-your-face-off spicy shrimp sushi. We ate outside and chatted and enjoyed the mild weather.
So, eleven. Eleven is the average number of hours I've been working per day this week. And last week. Also, the 3 weeks before that. Additionally, I'll be here tomorrow (Saturday).
And, I'm ok with that. I'm a modern woman, people. I work, I nurture, I bake, I manage. I do it all in flip-flops.
I wish you all a restful, fun, sun-shiny weekend.