I don’t watch basketball but it is Wednesday, the month is almost over, I’m a book short of staying on track for my year’s reading goal, I have a mountain of homework, spreadsheets to pour over for work, oh and my moms taxes. When did the last week of March get so long!! It’s my own fault, I put things off for so long. A nap here, an excuse to lay in bed longer there, and suddenly it’s the last week of the month and I’m scrambling.

Tuesdays have become somewhat of a ritual for me. It’s the only weekday I don’t need to go into my office, which turns my commute later in the day into a bit of a sight-seeing journey. My bus ride is long. Well, longer than I am typically on the bus, and because I leave earlier than early, I can hop off a touch before my stop to scratch my I-need-a-treat itch.

Everyday I watch my girls sleep, in the sun, (most notably) on my chair, belly up on the floor, and I can’t help but wish we could switch places. Let them go off to work for me, while I wait patiently by the door for them to come home, with love and treats. It could just be that it’s Monday night, I haven’t done anything really productive, and I wish I could write it all off as another one of my many cat naps.