Monday has become my favorite day of the week. My husband will tell you it’s because he’s gone back to work leaving me to my quiet house and accompanying quiet life, but I’d say it has more to do with looking forward to all that a new week brings.
For us, this particular week marks the last of a grueling busy season which begins in earnest after the first of the year, slowly building in intensity with extended hours of work each day. At first, the hours are added on the end of weekdays, then begrudgingly, the alarm is set earlier in the morning as well. Saturdays at the office quickly follow, and a card table surfaces on Sundays in our family room where production is set up for a good six hours or more with any number of sports playing on the muted TV. This year, our SDSU Aztecs’ winning season and March Madness provided a pleasant diversion until their crushing loss to UCONN.
But there’s always next year, isn’t there?
This past week, the days have been more than 12 hours long. Saturday was a full day, and Sunday, the card table was left folded against a wall in the living room for another full day spent at the office.
Only seven days remain.
Dinner is usually not complicated because we eat late. I wait for him so we can have a bit of time together, maybe watch a recorded show.
A good grilled sandwich is perfect for a Sunday evening after an 85-hour work week. The sweet potato fries I was going to make to enjoy with our panini will just have to wait for an evening later this week.
Do you have a panini pan?