I promise I'll review the dowsing novel I recently finished sometime this weekend, but for today I'm observing my Friday rituals.
- Dinner: It may have been a short week, but I'm on the front end of a cold. The best way I know to stop a cold in its tracks (and also my cure for pretty much every ailment) is pasta. After several servings swimming in sauce (or simply dressed in olive oil, salt, and pepper), I'm in digestive heaven. When I'm at full health, pasta is always paired with (cheap) wine, but today I stuck with wine's ancestry, grape juice, to get some much needed Vitamin C.
- Dessert: I can't stop eating these awesome cookies Becca made for our apartment the other night, and a cold + Chicago wind + below freezing temps = several hundred mugs of honeyed-down tea for after dinner refreshment.
- Furniture Rearrangement: I don't rearrange furniture every Friday, but more often than not things get shuffled around my 8x8 box on the weekend. Tonight's reorganization came because my Big Girl Very First Non-College and Non-Craigslist Mattress is being delivered tomorrow afternoon and I needed to clear out space for the delivery people. I'm very excited.
- Vegging: Quinn got me started on Breaking Bad, but I'm sneakily getting Jesus to watch that with me (he recently told me he doesn't watch TV series "for the sake of watching TV series"...this from the guy who's seen Sharknado more than once and is convinced it's movie gold), so tonight I watched new shows from an old favorite, Community.
- Reading: I started with my sister's new blog (co-written by her roommate), moved onto several other blogs linked here and this free museum day schedule, and will finish the night with A Hologram for the King, by Dave Eggers.
And that about covers it for Friday nights. Showers are generally needed, but not always taken. Laundry tends to overflow, but usually waits for Sunday. Roommates and boyfriend make appearances, but aren't regulars. Candles burn, lights stay dim, and the radio plays Jack Johnson.
THANK YOU: Bus driver, for dropping me off at the bus stop that isn't.
Shout Out: Happy Birthday, Dad! Your birthday was frigid, but 54 candles should help with that. :)