Saturday.

The retail therapy has begun. Shoes online Wednesday (well, technically it was Thursday morning). Shoes I've debated for a year or so and finally took the plunge. I felt better instantly. Then, Thursday night it was playing on the NASCAR merch site. Didn't buy, but the wish list is full. Last night it was on iTunes. My mac won't play the NASCAR TrackPass (yes, I know, obsession anyone?) videos or audio, so I got sad and decided to buy music. Lo and behold - there's a NASCAR series (pre- and reviews of the races) available on iTunes and you know I got it. It makes my life a little better - especially since I didn't watch the race this evening as I worked.

I know I don't have to work tomorrow/Sunday, but I think I will come in. I'll meet a friend for brunch - Denny's, mmm coffee with lots of cream, hashbrowns and some sort of egg - go in to work and meet a different friend for dinner. Such is my life - eat and work. I did - finally - get my laundry done. I left work at 1:30 and was able to finish my laundry (and my NASCAR show downloads) by 3:30. Rock on. It feels like I bought a new wardrobe. I'm going to Old Navy tomorrow to get a few more shirts so as to avoid another laundry crisis. And to indulge in more retail therapy.

All I want to do is eat. I'm pretty certain it's the homesickness. Typically, I've got a good six weeks before it creeps in and I will have been here seven weeks this coming Monday. Last weekend was draining and I didn't get time to rest nor to spend one on one time with my beloveds. So, I'm a leetle soul weary. Tomorrow I'll go to the grocery store, get some food and flowers, shop, lunch, work, dinner, read. And STILL be in bed early enough to get up by 9 Monday. Woot.

Next week will be better.