Friday night is two full days away from going back to work. That makes it the most relaxing time of the week for me - at least, as long as I've gotten the loose ends of the work week properly tied up and put away on Friday afternoon.
When I do get the job packed away at a decent hour, Friday night is the one part of the week when I don't feel bound by time - and I'm a leisure time miser, always begrudging the minutes that are slipping away. I can stay up until dawn, without feeling that I've cheated myself out of the next morning. I can go to bed early, without feeling that I've cheated myself of the evening. I can spend three hours in a bubble bath. I can cook, watch TV, read blogs - or, not infrequently, all three at once. My plate is full of time, so I don't worry about sensibly doling out the bites.
I'm going to go put Die Hard on the TV, and then fall asleep on the couch while it's playing.
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