Friday

For the first time in weeks, I was up at 6:15 feeling pretty good. I slept well. No dreams. No getting up in the middle of the night. I am in a good mood, which, for various reasons, also has not happened in two weeks. And I don't have a headache. Great start to the day. Except, I then use all the milk for my cereal. No milk left for coffee. It has taken me three days to get through one day of Beth Moore Living Beyond Yourself homework. Three days! The class is officially over, but I am still struggling to finish. Its really no struggle. I love this study. I want to continue into day two, but... no time.

Its my friend Julie's 40th birthday. Of course, I did not order flowers ahead of time. Which means I am scrambling to find them now. At 7:00 in the morning. No florist is open at 7:00 in the morning. The Wal-Mart I stop at does not have a real florist department. Just a bunch of wrapped mixed bouquets. I find a real florist department at Albertsons and a perfect perfect bouquet.

My plan is to leave them with her secretary before she gets in. My plan is working brilliantly. Her car is not at work. I almost high five myself for my brilliant plan.

Then the problems begin.

Problem number one: Secretary says she took day off. I am driving to her house.

Problem number two: It is 114 degrees outside. Do I want to leave flowers in 114 degree heat at her door? Do I wake her for the delivery? I sit in her driveway an inordinate amount of time. I finally make my decision when I see the neighbors looking through their curtains and grabbing the phone, no doubt to call the police on the crazy lady sitting in her car in the neighbor's driveway. Flowers are left at her door with message.: "Welcome to 40. Ha Ha. Love, Bobbie and Bertha."

Problem number three: I have yet to have any coffee.

On my way to CC's coffeehouse, I notice a Starbucks and whip in. Line is long. So long, that I would normally just go elsewhere. But today I am waiting in it anyway. Which gives me plenty of time to Number one: makes calls. one call to Bertha. She not in yet. Leave this exact message with her secretary: "When Julie calls you ~ and she will ~ just say thanks. Don't act surprised."

And Number two: sit and think loving thoughts toward the Pacific northwest where it is not 114 degrees and I will vacation in exactly 19 days. I typically go to CCs for coffee. There is no CC's in the Pacific Northwest. Starbuck's started in Seattle, so its kind of cornered that market. Its where I vacationed last year, and drank a great deal of Starbucks.

Its finally my turn. I order. I have to stop myself from getting oatmeal too. I remind myself I had cereal. It. Is. Delicious. I wish I had a little oatmeal. And some Honey Greek Yogurt. Its a wonder I am not 476 pounds.

and I am late for work. But apparently not too late to drive around the block three times trying to go to that yard sale I see a sign for. Bought nothing.

Arrived at work and find my secretary standing at the elevator door waiting for me looking well rested and fashionable with a big smile on her face as she follows me to my office which has a great view and is incredibly neat and tidy with an empty inbox. Oh. Wait. That's not me. That's Ally McBeal.

Productive morning where I solve all the problems that have been entrusted to me to solve, and then some. Oh. Wait. That wasn't me either.

Met my people for lunch.

Then, its a two diet coke afternoon.

Boss asks me what I am doing this weekend. I say exactly, "For the first time in a month, I am actually taking two days off work and I am not coming in this weekend. That's right. I am not coming in this weekend. You heard me. Not..... working...."

He surprises me by saying- good- you need to go home and rest.

I faint. (Not really.)

Chicken pot pie for dinner.

Make BBQ chicken breasts for chicken salad tomorrow. Plans to make cookies never materialize. I go to bed at 8:30, the earliest I've been in bed for a solid two weeks. Plan to get up early and attack some ignored things at home. Like laundry. and watering the plants. and dusting. and the dog.

Happy Friday.