Friday Nights Are Meant for Pizza: Unwinding, Friendship, Easiness, Weekend Vision, and a Middle Finger to the Work Week

I definitely was hungry by the time it was ready to break fast at sundown last night. This week, like most weeks, bit gigantic weenies: 14-hour days with minimal to no support for the work one is hired to do. Instead, it is putting fingers in all the leaking holes of the system that is ready to burst at any moment. I made it to Friday, but I definitely ended with frustration, aggravation, and a white towel waved to say, "This is no sustainable. It's all about to collapse."

With that noted, friends ordered pizza, invited me over, and said, "Let's just unwind. Next week is another week," and they were right. 

Karal got an early walk and an afternoon one. I still haven't graded, but the house is clean and laundry was put away. The peepers are out very early, singing their April songs in March. They are ready for spring and summer, and so am I. Bring on the joy of CWP work. 

I'm not quite sure where my heart is right now, but I'm trying to work through my frustration and irritation...to make good out of so much awful, but my optimism is turning to pessimism. This is not the way one is supposed to carry out a life mission. 

But the pizza was good and I'm hanging onto that. Friday nights with friends who see it all the same way I see it. There has to be a better way.