How is this week lasting for fucking ever? I guess probably because I have an onerous family weekend to look forward to at the end of it, and I'm down to my last shred of patience on that front. So the week won't really end, but flow into another series of stressful interactions. Work is ridiculous right now too, and I make jokes to myself about their ridiculous processes and failed initiatives. It's great. 

Still, I think after this weekend (watch me make god laugh here) I should be free to pursue my own interests for several weeks - maybe even months - if I can survive my stupid release at work. It's coming into the season of doing fun things deliberately, maybe even going outside. 

Well, at least this evening I can take the dogs out to the villa on the Middle River with Ali. Sven will like that, even if it ends up being a bath night afterward from the riverbank mud.