Today, I didn’t have to drive any farther than my usual commute. Well, other than the hairdresser, for a quick refresh of my color, and my Brazilian Blowout. The Brazilian (no relation to the wax treatment) takes a while, so it was a long visit, but even so, I was home early by last-few-days standards.
In that respect, it was unbelievably nice.
Tomorrow’s Friday. No hair-washing permitted; the Brazilian Blowout needs 24 hours to set. That’s the icky part. I have a meeting midday, also not extraordinarily excited about that. And since I’m having company Saturday AM and I haven’t finished properly unpacking from my travels… it’s going to be a hectic Friday evening.
Oh, but the weekend! The weekend is coming!
So it’s a good evening, thinking of that. Thinking of family. Thinking of friends.
It’s a good night. So, good night.