Fridays

So today is a Friday. My second favorite day of the week only to Saturday...

Friday means another work week has just about come and gone and the weekend is just beginning. Lately Friday is what I get up for on Monday...it's not that I don't enjoy my job or the people I work with. Nor is it the fact that I don't realize every day how fortunate I am to have a great job to get up and go to. It's just lately it seems like week after week very little changes, except on the weekends. My weekday routine, which is exactly is what it has become, routine, is pretty much the same. Quite honestly though I am happy about that but when you get into a routine sometimes you question if that's enough or if you should be doing something different... At least I do. Something I need to learn - to savor the fact that I have a routine rather then think something is wrong with that. Especially having one that is so positive and enjoyable.

My routine -
Monday - alarm goes off about 5:00AM. Slightly thereafter our bed is surrounded by our dogs (those that are not aware, we have 4, yes 4, dogs in our house - and not little 'kickable' dogs either) all of whom are morning dogs, and are more then ready to sprint into the frigid winter air once they hear the click of the alarm clock being shut off. Get up, let the dogs out, get my lunch ready, get stuff pulled out for dinner that night, prep my bag for the gym, brush my teeth, let the dogs in and then hit the gym. Work out (which quite honestly I enjoy on the mornings I actually do force myself up this early), hit the shower, get ready for work and start my commute. I work about 43 miles from home, but it takes on average over an hour to get to work every day. I often use this time to think, plan, daydream. Sometimes though I have road rage casuing my day to start off on the wrong foot. Which those of you that commute, I am sure you can relate to...

Anyway, I get to work, which in itself is pretty routine, around 12:00 I take lunch, and around 5:00 I head home. Get home (after yet another commute), immediately change into sweats or something comfortable and start dinner for the night. Eat dinner, catch up on our days events and happenings, as well as any gossip we may have heard, then watch TV and hit the sack by about 9:00 (and sometimes that's a late night)...

Tue-Thurs - repeat Monday's routine.

But Friday. Ah, Friday...is a whole another ball game. Friday means, sleeping in the next day. Friday means, getting home, relaxing, having a few cocktails and a nice meal after work - and that's the start of the evening...Friday means, two whole days of doing whatever, whenever we want to...