End of the work week, what to do? Go to the gym? The pottery studio? Home for a nap?
Ten Thirteen (where does the time go) years ago, Friday nights meant the weightroom, crunches, and vigorously cleaning the bathroom (I was down with the Comet in the bathtub). A couple of years later, it meant a relaxing run through the deserted business district. (I know, what was I thinking?)
I seem to have lost that discipline, because I could swear my couch is calling my name. I hope the gym pipes up. It wouldn't even need to speak that loudly to overpower the couch, since it's a few blocks away and the couch is a mile further. We shall see.
Posted by Shokufeh at January 21, 2005 08:19 PM