It’s more apparent in the spring, what with all the sunshine and the warmer weather. The countdown starts at the office at 8 A.M. and with every passing hour, I get sillier and sillier in anticipation of that 5 P.M. quitting time. Cracking jokes with patients. Dancing a jig here and there. Singing Clarence Carter songs. Texting co-workers from my MRI room just to be a wiseass. Taking cellphone pictures of electrical outlets. Then 5 o’clock comes, I get in my Jeep, put the windows down, crank the iPod, and take my ass home.
Friday nights always mean chinese food, Friday Night Lights, and Dollhouse (they also used to mean Battlestar Galactica, but alas it is no more). Then the weekend comes with all my errands and cleaning and whatever else is on my plate. This weekend I’m heading up to the Poconos to celebrate Mama-San’s 55th birthday, and I’m hoping to get some prep work done in the kitchen – everything needs to be cleaned and scrubbed before we can start the reno. Mondays always come too fast, but that’s the thing about Fridays (and Clarence Carter sing-alongs), they’re only a few days away.
