1.  I have a real, live weekend, beginning tomorrow.  Or, more accurately, beginning today at 5:31pm.  Cannot come soon enough.

2.  I feel guilty being so chipper about the layoffs, but I am delighted.  I am happy to be able to look forward to a month or so of non-baby ME time, (which I’ve been in desperate need of since moving to this city 3 years ago.)  Time to clean out closets and scrub the floorboards and assemble cribs and direct the painting of the nursery and generally nest – as I understand I might actually WANT to do around that time.  Looking.  Forward.  To It.

3.  Roses blooming on rose trees all over town.  The tiny detached houses, in the neighborhood where the SuperBranch is, have roses planted en masse in almost every other house.  And they’re blooming up a storm right now.  It’s really rather wonderful to see, though my mind will keep reverting to Alice in Wonderland, and the knaves painting all the white roses red…

4.  Thor was kicking his heels last night, but as soon as I called the Boy over he got quiet again.  Which was kind of a drag, because the Boy’s so excited to feel him move that I felt bad he missed it, but it also felt like Thor was doing it just for me, and that was a wonderful feeling.

5.  While at the Central Library today to pick up my pink slip and my invitation to attend a job fair put on by my library and featuring the HR department from my library as they interview for positions at my library (bitter?  Yes, I am, rather.), I intend to buy some Indian sweets to bring back to the Sane Branch.  Heaven knows we could use some syrup-soaked cheese balls & milk fudge to improve morale, which is hovering somewhere around the oil-soaked sea-bed in the Gulf.  Sugar never made a day worse.