Friday yeah Friday!

I love Fridays, next only to Saturdays. On Saturdays a whole universe of leisure possibilities lie on your hands. But Fridays give you the first tantalizing glimpse of that universe, and the anticipation can sometimes be too much for dedicated slackers (like me).

Today is going to be busy, with proofs to read for the magazine I copyedit, and a rush commission from The Newspaper. Actually, the second is somewhat of a breeze: I was given a press release kit to slap into something that more closely resembles editorial. Not exactly high journalism, but it keeps the juices flowing. So: A cup of the blackest brew -- Italian roast, Waitrose; my Turkish coffee and Figaro barako supplies having run out at this point -- a quick shower using a fleet of palangganas (my hot water heater having decided to conk out, and as it's not yet warm enough despite the arrival of the spring equinox to take cold showers, I'm improvising my hot water supply) and I plunge into the day.

At 8 - freaking - a.m.!