I can't believe the amount of work I have to do this week! Somehow it all manages to pop up at the same time, instead of spreading itself out all nice and manageable-like. Knowing that there's a stack of papers waiting to be graded and a blank stack of papers waiting to be written makes weekend fun less fun, unless I muster up the organizational wherewithal to decide, "Between the hours of such and such a time and a time after that, I am not doing any work! I am only having fun!"
It's especially hard when the one you love has a regular work week, and the idea of "only having fun" after a certain hour is virtually mandated by the typical nine-to-five schedule. That's why they call it "happy hour"; you're done. I think the next time I'll have that feeling is somewhere in May, when the semester ends.
And so, that is how we ended up making pizzas, sampling $2 imported fancy cheeses (espresso-lavender sheep's milk cheese!) with some pane bello, sipping Pellegrino, and watching the second installment of The Godfather. A little Italian vacation in the living room, and a little harbor of fun in the working weekend.