Imagine you’re me, you get up and go to work, click clack at your desk, join a meeting, get up to use the bathroom, you go to wash your hands and only after lathering the soap into your palms do you realize that there’s a honeycomb printed on the new soap bottle. You’re (I’m) allergic to honey…..

I’m 25 now, and it feels no different from 10, 15, 20. They were all significant, because zeroes and fives mark milestones or whatever, and this one is hitting me the same as any other. I’m another year older, and my brain is apparently done growing (but I was born 8 days late so maybe it was done a few weeks ago…). I was able to take the day itself off and spend it all with my partner around the city, he took to me to museums and parks and lunch at our favorite ramen spot. My mom sent me an edible arrangement that we demolished as soon as it arrived. All in all, a good 25.

I don’t watch basketball but it is Wednesday, the month is almost over, I’m a book short of staying on track for my year’s reading goal, I have a mountain of homework, spreadsheets to pour over for work, oh and my moms taxes. When did the last week of March get so long!! It’s my own fault, I put things off for so long. A nap here, an excuse to lay in bed longer there, and suddenly it’s the last week of the month and I’m scrambling.

Tuesdays have become somewhat of a ritual for me. It’s the only weekday I don’t need to go into my office, which turns my commute later in the day into a bit of a sight-seeing journey. My bus ride is long. Well, longer than I am typically on the bus, and because I leave earlier than early, I can hop off a touch before my stop to scratch my I-need-a-treat itch.

Everyday I watch my girls sleep, in the sun, (most notably) on my chair, belly up on the floor, and I can’t help but wish we could switch places. Let them go off to work for me, while I wait patiently by the door for them to come home, with love and treats. It could just be that it’s Monday night, I haven’t done anything really productive, and I wish I could write it all off as another one of my many cat naps.