Sometimes short weeks feel longer than regular ones. The first time I heard that, I shrugged it off in disbelief. But this week, I feel it.
I think the phenomenon can be best described as Vacation Brain. It's where your thoughts continually drift toward weekend plans. This is often experienced on Friday afternoon during regular weeks, but seems to happen for much of the day before a getaway. Productivity becomes as slow as the clock, whose seconds seem like hours.
I have a busy weekend ahead including a wedding and a family visit. They are in two different cities.
I have some things to do yet like laundry and packing, but now that it's finally the evening, my heart's into cuddling and watching a movie. I figure I can manage a bit of play time in with the responsibilities. Laundry mainly washes itself...
A few other things to do before leaving town like an oil change. It seems there's always something.
I think I'm getting very close to being caught up though. Pretty soon my life should be smooth in the right areas and exciting instead of where it's hectic now. At least, that's the plan.