When I’m not working, I hate weekends. You get used to the peace and quiet of weekdays without many folks around then, come Saturday, there they all are – clogging up the service in my fave cafe, filling the roads, just being around.
But, of course, when I am working, I love them. Woohoo, weekend. I’m actually wondering how I can do all the stuff I need to do in just two days though. We went to the market last night so food shopping is out of the way but I want to cook up some stuff to put in the freezer for during the week and stew some fruit for my breakfasts. I’ve got to clean the house and study for my editing test and do some shopping… argghh!
I also want to go for a long run. I’d have gone already but a friend is ringing at 11.00 to organise coffee. I’m not sure if we are going for coffee when she calls, or if she’s calling to organise something for later in the day. I’ve never actually talked to her – she’s a friend of my sister’s who has moved to Melbourne and she spoke to my other sister. Yeah, confusing. I really want to get out for a run while the weather is nice so hopefully coffee won’t be until later.