Indications that Weekends are Yummy:
- Spent 19.5 hours in the delightful sphere of incredibly enlightened, soulful and sensitive girlmate. Solved every existential unknown. Feel sure my world, if not The World, is going to be okay now.
- Spent more than my fair share of time at the A&L Haven of Harmony and Peace.
- In spite of ambitious schedule, never felt rushed. Experienced only goodwill and smooth sailing everywhere I went.
- Started my hour and a half road trip home at the exact same time as my friend H started her hour and half road trip home in California. Caught up on the Buzz.
- Confirmed with Genius BlogMaster niece that I did not, in fact, plagiarize her in my Fartiste blog. Her comment: "It's natural that we would have the same fart narrative."
- Made it back in time to enjoy the last rays of sunlight and the remainder of Sunday evening In Austin With People From Austin. Highly entertaining and satisfying.
- Bonus: Met even more intelligent, quickwitted, loving people.
- Extra Bonus: Encore in my apartment in front of glorious fire with One Specific Person From Austin. Highly entertaining and satisfying.
Indications that Mondays Suck:
- I realized this morning I forgot to get most of the things I went to San Antonio to get.
- I lost my wallet last night, rendering me the Penniless, Identificationless Wonder.
- Since I promised to take my Freshman at UT niece to lunch today, went back home to retrieve backup money acquiring implements.
- Experienced rush hour twice (actually three times if you count both ways).
- Tempting Specific Person still in my bed. Had to resist. Had to focus. Had to go back to work.
- At post-time, Tempting Specific Person is still in my bed. I am still at work.
Indications that I Will Get Over It:
- I'm going to the opera tonight.
- I believe I will have another opportunity to sleep late with Tempting Specific Person.
- I believe another weekend will ultimately arrive.
