I can't wait to get home.
Here I am - it's after 4pm on a workday. I got off a little early, came back to the apartment, went to the gym and came back up to my apartment. Well - the weekly maid service hadn't been by when I left for the gym (3:30) but there they were at 4pm when I got back. Really - isn't this late in the day to be cleaning?
All I'd like to do is shower and get ready to go out to dinner (meeting a friend in Old Town). I'm supposed to be down in Alexandria (meeting at the hotel) at 5:45 - and considering it's about a 17 block walk from the metro - I want to be on the metro here in Pentagon City at 5pm.
I want to have a desk at work where I can be comfortable again. I want to feel like I am accomplishing something everyday.
I want to NOT wear a suit to work everyday. Though it's nice sometimes - the suits are a pain.
I want to cuddle with sabot when I'm feeling sad and get cute kitty licks on my nose. I want to hear the cat purring when she's kneading me (after she gets over being ticked that she's been inside this whole time).
I want to have all my spices and tools to cook again.
I want to have Joe home. More than anything else. Even though I'm home and the animals are home - it's still not home till he's there.
Soon. Very soon.