I felt like I was at the very peak of the world this past Sunday.
What a weekend. A well-rounded drunken, traveled, associating weekend.
I suppose that's why waking up to this... glorious [for the lack of a more sarcastic word] morning threw me for a long loop. Sometimes, Monday's ARE truley the enemy. As cliche as that sounds. But all is well- it being just 3 hours until the end of the work day already. It's as uneventful as any, painting and throwing around jokes with my supervisors and such. Intriguing at the least.
I hate thinking back to the prior weekend, since I'm now thinking towards this one to come [yes, already]... but Antioch was beautiful. I'd never seen anything like it and it just put me in the most, elevated mood. To share it with him was even more amazing and I didn't want it to end. Cappadocia is now on the schedule for this 3-day weekend ahead and I laugh at my oppurtunities. With joy of course; i'm doing so much and savoring every moment. I don't believe in wasting any time, and repeated trips just allow me to see new things I didn't catch before.
Tomorrow is pay-day, which is also welcoming. I have to venture into the Alley that night to get my "boom-boom" chair as we lovingly call it.
3-day weekend. 4th of July. New adventures. Thirsty Thursday. Boy to romp with...
I love this place.
And so,
until later?
