I dread today a bit.
Usually my Fridays are spent in the close-by metropolis, sitting in cafes and working, enjoying coffee and champagne and good food, shopping, perhaps going to the spa.
Not today.
Today we're taking a little road trip to my childhood home town to have dinner with relatives.
Oh, how I sometimes dread relatives. I usually don't let them get to me, but because a certain theft incident and some incessant nagging about group photos, I could think of a million better ways to spend my Friday than having to face them.
I prayed to God for some strength and peace to handle this with grace, and it helped a lot, but I don't know how far it'll take me.
Then again, I've had so many perfect Fridays alone that perhaps it was time I stopped being so selfish and considered those relatives for once.
A day may come when I get to go to the spa and treat myself... but it is not this day.
(And how lovely, in comparison, will the rest of the weekend feel like after some suffering?)
