I think this calls for tacos
It's Friday night, overcast, and I'm mentally exhausted after a long week. The kids are playing in the yard, and I'm eyeballing my calendar and sizing up the amount of undone email and work I haven't managed to conquer yet and trying to plan ahead.
What I really want to do is go to bed at 7:30pm in flannel pajamas with a belly full of tacos. I'm craving tacos (from our favorite joint, Los Arcos) something fierce.
I also feel like a jerk for "having a long week" when my East Coast friends and co-workers are dealing with the aftermath of a monster storm, with disrupted power, no heat, trashed roads, limited ability to get out and about, on and on.
But here we are. It's Friday night, and it has taken me so long to type these few sentences that the kids have grown bored with being outside. Now they are watching Chicken Run while I ponder whether I have anything deep and meaningful to write about.
I really don't. I really don't. Tacos could change all that.