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My Friday

 Thursdays are kind of my Friday now with me working remotely on Friday.  I obviously still work on Friday however, I get up later, have coffee at my desk with the morning news on (well, not anymore for the news) and sign in remotely to see whats on my plate for the day.

I don't shower, I just roll on over to my desk in PJs.  That feels so decadent.  So while I'm working, it doesn't really feel like work.  

I guess getting up at the crack of dawn, showering, figuring out what to wear and painting my face on is a lot less fun than I ever thought it would be.

I will say that I need to be in the office the majority of the time.  I am still learning so much from my boss and I don't think we've even really scratched the surface yet of what I need to know.  My boss is brilliant, was a NeuroSurgeon and now at 81 years old he still is "on".  I am so lucky to have landed with him, to be able to work beside someone who is just so damn SMART and yet, is not socially lacking like many surgeons can be.  Yesterday he was cracking joke after joke, and he's really not a joking guy.....He had me rolling.  I even saw him smile a few times.

Not to say that he is severe, but he does intimidate a lot of people just because he's been here so long and is highly respected.  Sometimes I notice people trying to discount him due to his age and .......that is a mistake.  They find out fast.

I adore him.  

Yesterday I stayed off social media and didn't even turn the tv on last night.  I played my game on switch and relaxed my brain.  Then I took a gummy and went to bed with my kindle.  Very nice night.  A friend texted me checking in to make sure I'm good.  He AND his girlfriend checking in.  I love how that relationship evolved.

This morning I get text messages from my "husband" telling me he bought the tickets for this weekends event and from another friend confirming our lunch date on Saturday.  It's going to be another busy weekend.  My friends seem intent on keeping me busy and out of the dark pit of my emotions.

Assholes.

When you have friends that know you too well, it can become very difficult to isolate.  

Never had to cut it off with IOWA man.  Haven't heard from him in a couple of days.  So that was easy lol.  I don't even wonder what made him lose interest.  I know I'm not that warm of a person with men unless I'm set on fire by them.  And really, that doesn't happen to me.  

Miyagi snuggles me up at night, so I don't need anyone else taking up space in my bed. HA. 

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