(Barely) Working for the Weekend

Today is one of those days. It’s Friday, the end of the cycle for the monthly magazine I work on, the last day before a “holiday week,” and while there are a few pesky things on my to-do list, I’m not so busy that I’m feeling overwhelmed. Usually it’s busier weeks when I’m more productive; when there’s not as much to do, I tend to do it at a slower pace. Somewhere, there are folks already lined up to buy their iPhones. I sort of wish I was with them — I so want one — but I think I’m going to hold off on buying one for a bit, if I can. I’m feeling lazy today. I'm easily distracted. The office is quiet and it’s making me more antsy. I’ve got big weekend plans and I can’t wait. As the song goes, I don’t want to work, I just want to bang on the drum all day. Is it 5:00 yet?