I'm two weeks into this semester, and I'm already applauding this decision. Last Friday, I left campus early after my classes, stopped in a store I don't regularly visit, and stumbled upon two wonderful wooden stools that are perfect replacements for the fraying vinyl ones we've used for years.
After classes today, I secluded myself in a corner of the library where green glass lamps rewind time and cast a scholarly glow, and then graded yesterday's quizzes. I tell you, good work takes place in an environment like this.
I've earmarked Friday as the day to be good to myself, however that may look on that particular day. Maybe it'll be a lunch out or an impromptu treat. Maybe it'll come in the form of a cleaning spree or a window to finish a project that I couldn't complete if kids were home. Maybe it'll be relaxed work in a coffee shop, not my office, or maybe I'll just take a nap.
Good to Myself Fridays. I can get used to this.