Finally Friday

I'm glad it's Friday. I thought I'd feel more excited today, but at the moment, I'm simply wrung out. It's so @#$%ing hot and muggy here, and my building's A/C, which has held up like a trouper the past few hot weeks, seems to be having one of its fits today; the air coming out of the vents is sort of warmish, and the temperature is slowly climbing. Fortunately, I get to leave in a couple of hours. By the time I come home Sunday, it should be fixed.

It's been a couple of horrendous weeks for John, with work. Without going into excruciating detail, he has a tough job on the best of days, and lately, he's been in transition between two departments (which means he's been doing the work of both). In the last two weeks, he was involved with a dreadful pipe inspection, where he had to be the bad guy, reporting poor conditions and fighting with the contractors for the proper improvements. He shouldn't have even been there, considering this was for his former department, but one supervisor insisted he do it. He's been stressed to the max, worked insane hours, and this week, he tweaked his back and caught a cold to boot. But he kept persevering.

This morning, his old boss told him, "You're off the project; you never should have been on it in the first place. Your presence isn't welcome, it's disruptive." Nice! After all that work. Fortunately, his new boss met with him and told him just the opposite, so that helped. Now it's over. He's off the project, and I couldn't care less if that damned pipeline explodes. It's not his concern anymore. So, my poor exhausted sick man is dragging himself home this afternoon.

I don't think the birthday weekend is going to be very festive, what with John being half-dead at this point. But you know what? I don't care. All I want this weekend is John, all to myself. Not having to share him with his work or with his family. Anything else is gravy. I've been so worried about him, and all I want to do is hold him close.

He said he has special surprises for me; I'm sure they are lovely, but like I said, at this point, I just want him. I do have a special surprise for him, however; I bought new lingerie. :-) When he was working last weekend, I indulged in a little retail therapy (and hey, it was all on sale).

So we're going to one of our favorite restaurants tomorrow night, followed by the bakery/cafe I love, with that famous German chocolate cake (hope they'll have some available!). And then Monday, Mr. D returns. I do believe, once I get out of this hotbox and leave it behind for the weekend, some excitement will kick in.

Even though I feel like every single fucking minute of my advanced age this afternoon, I'm going to fake it till I make it. Already got a nice new pedicure, and soon I will take a comfortably tepid shower and wash my heat-bedraggled hair. Time to go have some fun.

Have a great weekend, y'all.