So, it is early Friday morning. What a long day!
I got up at my usual time of 5:30. The drive in to work was quiet, as it usually is, the day before Good Friday. Half the people at my work were not in, so it was nearly eerie, but I have to admit, it was nice not to have to queue up to use the men's room.
I finished my latest Frank cold case article during my lunch hour and emailed it to my editor. He wrote back this evening and informed me of a few changes he had made that we both agree made the piece stronger. I look forward to sharing the article with the world, come next week.
After Patricia's Pilates, we went to the local Sobeys. We got there just in time to see five pound bags of mussels marked down from an already-cheap six dollars, to a mere three dollars. People were lunging at the bags. We got two of them. We got some other stuff and then drove to the Superstore in Bayer's Lake, and got a few more things, but nothing like the deal on the mussels.
We got home and while I was answering my editor's email, Patricia was cooking the first bag of mussels. We ate them with gusto (and butter). By half way through the second bag, we were stuffed. We officially never want to see mussels again. Like, ever. E.V.E.R.
Try as we might, the house will stink of shellfish for days. I'm sorry, everyone who lives in the neighbourhood.
Heading into a four day weekend. I love these things. Wish they could all be four day weekends.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.