...is "Tuesday" for me. I started my work week yesterday and will work through Monday. I don't mind, really, but it IS a tad odd being so off of the rest of the world's schedule.
In some ways it's good, though. Like going to the grocery store, or taking time on my days off to do things like get driver's license or mail stuff.
Mind you I still haven't gotten my driver's license, but I'm going to some day...not likely this Tuesday as I already have overcommitted, and next week I'm going to Mississippi for three days so it won't happen then, so maybe I'll do it for my birthday in November. that sounds good doesn't it?
I had the opportunity to work in retail today and found it to be wonderful. There's a retreat going on in Tahoe this weekend and many of the ladies made a pilgrimage to Jimmy Beans to shop in the "real store" and then, if they were lucky, take a tour of the warehouse. I just love it when people walk in the warehouse. They always look up, then look out, then say "wow."
One of the really amazing things about living alone is that there aren't any rules of common behavior. For instance, if I want to drink wine out of coffee cup who's to tell me that it's not ok. No one because I've decided that it's totally ok to drink wine out of a coffee cup.
And then one day I found this coffee cup on line and it arrived in the mail at the same exact time as my 2 skeins of yarn club yarn. What a happy day that was...sometime last week.