I like Thursdays.

It’s my first Thursday off in a long, long time. Okay, August hasn’t been that long ago, but working 10:30am to 10pm every Thursday for the past four months has felt like an eternity. So what do I do with this new found weekday freedom? I wake up early, don’t work out, do some crunches to make myself feel better, send out one cover letter/resume, google diabetic recipes, bake a banana nut loaf of bread, put on a load of laundry, take out the loaf of bread, pack a Christmas present for my best friend and her family, eat the bread, throw out the bread, go to the bank, park by the inlet, fall asleep by the inlet, come home to eat mozzarella and soup, watch a couple seasons of How I Met Your Mother, finish reading Persuasion by Jane Austen which I started months ago, and write a (short, but poignant) blog (cough, cough, you better like and comment this blog, cough, cough). I wish I had all that written down so I could check it all off. Nothing was planned. Nothing was due. I just did what I wanted to do for once.
I like Thursdays.