It is nearly Friday… my favorite day of the week, Friday. I think most people would probably pick Saturday as their favorite day, but no, not me. But you have to work on Fridays, some people might say. Sure I do, 8 hours. But there’s a certain buzz about Fridays, a natural high from knowing that you’ve almost made it through the week, that feeling of freedom that sets in once you’ve put in your time and walk out the door into your weekend, and maybe you’ve got something fun planned for Friday night, and maybe you got to wear jeans to work that day, but there’s always the anticipation from knowing you still have two whole days off ahead of you. Talk about a natural high. It’s a
lovely feeling, isn’t it? Live it up.

It’s supposed to be gorgeous this weekend… 80s and not a cloud to be spied. Perfect weather for a good book and a nap on the grassy knoll in Del Mar. I’m even considering roller skating down by the bay… now that would be an adventure!

Happiness on the horizon:
* moving into an apartment two miles from the beach next month
* my novel – 8 chapters in and I’m falling in love with it… been researching query letters and agents
* vacationing with friends in Aruba soon

sweet dreams loveys