My new job requires me to work some weekends. Hopefully it won't be too often and hopefully it won't suck the life out of me like it did this time. We had events starting on Thursday morning, going through Friday, and staring early on both Saturday and Sunday mornings. I arrived at work at 5:45 am on Saturday morning and I worked until 3 pm. Upon returning home, I hit the sofa hard and didn't move much until Spike made me go to bed around 8 pm. Sunday morning was a bit better... I didn't have to be on campus until 8 am and was home by 2 pm, leaving me approximately six hours of weekend.
Luckily, I have a fabulous husband who helped me make the most of what was left of Sunday by taking us on a fall adventure. We wound our way north through small New England towns I'd never visited before, complete with village greens and towering white steeples that pierced the bright blue sky. We rolled the windows down and breathed in the fresh September air as it blew in from the ocean and across rolling meadows. The trip was made complete by two of my favorite New England treats:
Maybe working through the weekend isn't that bad after all? Yeah, it is. Imagine what we could have done with more than six hours!
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