Part-time

This was the first official week that me-lovely lady has only had to work part-time again. She cut back to making pizza's only FOUR days a week instead of five. I wish she could quit entirely - but it's a start. Of course, her first day off she found out she has the spine of a 60-year-old. I'm sure kneading the ol' dough doesn't help that any.

This is actually the first time in about 8 years that we have both had the same day off of work (at least it will be every other week). Oh, sure, I have a flexible enough schedule that we can do things if we need to, but it will be nice to know that every other Friday we can actually make plans for the day - or plan to do nothing ...together.

Last night's date consisted of trying out the El Patron Mexican Restaurant at Jefferson Pointe. I was impressed with how nice this place was, and the food was reasonably priced. Then we rented The Astronaut Farmer. Not likely to be a movie son Isaac reviews, but it was a good ol' fashion tear-jerker for this fading dreamer nonetheless.

I thought I was doing pretty good with end/beginning-of-the-year stuff, but how did I suddenly get so much to do... Argh.