And on the Seventh Day, (s)he Rested.

My first week of life, work + classes are finished. Man, it was such a great week, but I am pooped.

Tomorrow we are going to walk the market. And after that?   NOTHING.

I love that. People often assume that I'm highly extroverted and love to be out.... but, surprise! Not entirely true. I actually love to be in my house hiding away from the world a bit. I need time away from people to balance out. I may be a bit of a camel, socially, with the ability to go for long-stretches of time away from my energy-source (read: my bed with the TV on), but eventually.... I'll either die or freak out without it. :)

I know most people have some photogenic morning ritual cooking Scandinavian pancakes drizzled with a berry compote that was their grandmother's prize recipe, but my grandmother was from Childress, Texas and she isn't know for her cooking. So our ritual is coffee and a pastry from the Saturday market along Portobello Road. (Which if you ask me- is the total winner because less work and no dishes. To each their own, I suppose.)

Happy Weekend People. Make it a good one. You earned it.

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Do you have any weekend "rituals?" Breakfast, running, hanging out with family, baking?  Go on and list them below. It's an easy shot at looking far more exciting than us!