This week has totally kicked my ass. But, you'll be happy to note, I kicked right back.
It occurred to me this morning that it was really past time for me to quit the belly-achin' over my rough workweek. After all, less than a year ago I had no job, no reasonable source of income, and barely a roof over my head. I am fortunate to have a rough week at work!
And other than looming deadlines and opportunities to work miracles, the week has had some pretty good points, too. I've enjoyed my time at the gym, and I'm looking forward to going tonight. I had a great conversation with Cute Brian. I embraced my inner Meredith. I made chili, butternut squash soup, and pizza ... all three taste great with Harvest Moon beer. I've slept the sleep of angels, sat in the sauna until I had the complexion of a 20 year old, and curled up under a quilt to watch television.
So, yes, it's been one of those weeks. But that's not really a bad thing. All things considered, I'd say I worked hard enough to truly earn my weekend.