It’s the Friday edition of cubicle chronicles which means that the flourescent light around here is a little less harsh and a little more optimistic than usual.
Even the giraffe feels optimistic (usually by this point in the week his neck is tired from staring at the screen all day and he has a bit of a droop in his stature).
Optimistic for what?
Well, for this stuff:
- Friday Night Live! That means a glass of wine after work, some time with the man and the kid, and then a delicious grilled dinner after the boy is in bed. With candlelight. At the counter. Music. Me, my man, and the weekend ahead.
- The weekend, oh dear me, THE WEEKEND. We have no plans aside from retrieving a desk, but otherwise…it’s going to be warm (well, in the 50’s), sunny (one day), and we’re free little birdies. Free to play.
- Free to play means maybe some yoga, surely a walk, and most decidedly time to relax with the boys.
So the view from the cubicle on a Friday? It’s not so bad. It’s not so good, but it’s also not so bad.
Oh and I snuck out at lunchtime and ran to Target to return some stuff (and by return I mean exchange because I by no means left empty handed). It’s amazing when I free myself from the cubicle during the day…there’s a whole world out there that’s not stuck in these walls staring at a screen…sometimes I forget (which is a whole other story – file it under life goals 2014 – I’m working on it!).
Happy weekend, cubicle dwellers and the like.