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The Friday Feeling



The tedious march that began on Monday is coming to a halt by today evening... the week is wrapping up and I am unwrapping myself from the cocoon of drudgery to welcome, with open arms, the onset of the weekend. 

I know my weekend won't amount to much (the more the the anticipation, the more I sleep). Here's the plan, anyway. I shall compare on Monday on a wistful note. 

Will read:  The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich and Manfred. I can't possibly deal with the views of Clarissa Estes in Women Who Run With The Wolves against the backdrop of those of the megalomaniac Hitler. Manfred keeps reminding me of Montreux and is so my happy place. 
Will bake: Egg muffins. I just learnt that they are super easy and non-messy. And the husband loves it. So. 
Will visit: The aquarium store! Yay! I have been circulating the water in my aquarium this past week and it is sitting pretty and petite, churning water and bubbles, waiting for its inhabitants. I miss my original brood, though. Sigh! 
Will not: Let the Friday feeling dry up! And sleep in late (I have my doubts about the latter)
Will sit over: Brunch (that means I'm already planning to sleep in late) and twilight tea on the balcony; of course if it rains anything like in the last three days, we might have to restrict ourselves to the dining table and watch it pour outside. 
Will take out an hour: To rake up the soil in the flowering pots. The Colocasia are still not strong enough, the ferns are still in adolescence, the bougainvillea are in their early twenties and the periwinkle is most decidedly dead. The worms are doing their bit but the incessant rains are causing the soil to clog. 
Will watch: A Bengali play that has come to town. Getting S to agree will be a roadblock; hence I shall be starting with the puppy eyes from today. 
Will listen to: Ed Sheeran back-to-back. And when its too much, a bit of Coldplay. Or vice-versa. 
Will meet up with: Do I have to?
Will think about: Travel plans for the year. We had made plans for Spain and had bought a brick of a Lonely Planet guide, only to have ourselves packed to Bangalore and our holiday plans in the bin. Plus, extremely upset to have heard of the Barcelona attack; what maniacs are these, really ?
Will catch up on: Mounting the wind-chimes, supply runs (ugh) and Suits. We realised Netflix does not offer the 2017 episodes and we were too busy catching up till Season 6. So Wikipedia it is. Sadly.
(And seriously, Harvey! Isn't he the man ?!)
  
By all standards, this already seems too ambitious a list. But that's the Friday feeling for you. Out to conquer the world! Have you any ideas how to top my list? Please let me know...
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