Once again, I sit at the bittersweet end of the weekend, facing another week of work. True, work allows me to such things as pay rent and bills, afford my book habit, and vacations. But it also takes up a great deal of my time. I usually leave the house about 7:50am, and don't get home 'til almost 7pm.
Ah, but such is the life of an adult. It's funny: When you're a child, you can't wait to be an adult, and do fun adult things. Like get mail. Somehow, I never believed my parents when they explained that the mail you get tends to be stuff you don't want, like junk mail, and the dreaded bills. The joy of getting mail is pretty much gone at this point!
Oh, and late bedtimes. Those were so cool as a kid. Now, I've come to realize as much as I still love late bedtimes, they kill me the next morning, when I have to drag myself out of bed for work.
Remember when it used to be a big deal to control the remote, and watch what you wanted on TV? Yeah, now I get to control the remote, but there's rarely anything on to watch. And that's with satellite TV, and umpteen channels to choose from.
I will admit to enjoy being able to choose the restaurant I eat at; I don't have to compromise, or give in to where someone else wants to eat. Tonight, I ate at a fabulous new steakhouse about 3 miles from my house. Called Blackhat Steak House, it's darn tasty. I had a 10 oz., very rare, prime rib, with a baked potato, and crisp, steamed brocculi, cauliflower and red peppers. Then I had peach cobbler for dessert... Mmmmm... I enjoy that part of being an adult. I even enjoy being able to pay for my own dinner.
Anyway, Happy Solstice/Palm Sunday/First Day of Spring! Hope everyone has a week that doesn't make you wish too terribly for the differently complicated life of a child. Enjoy youselves; I'll try to do the same!