Sometimes, I really try to decide which is the best day of the week. Friday hours between 12:45 and 5:05 are pretty good, like I'm still being productive, but a few drinks are in sight. Saturday's great, right? Wake up with a full 24 hours in front of you, get the laundry out of the way I guess. But then Sunday -- Sunday's gotta be the best because I did the laundry yesterday!

In my next life, I want to come back as a dog or a really well loved cat. There are just some weeks - like when I'm making very important decisions about what the best day of the week is - when I'm pretty confident that I couldn't get bored of sleeping all day and eating meals that I don't have to prepare for myself. Obsessive window watching doesn't even sound so bad.

Anyway -- yesterday was a full 30-degrees, which felt downright tropical. I went out to find some features for my first Style Section assignment, and it felt so freakin' good to just be outside again. Last summer, Ryan and I got into going for bike rides and I really really loved it. I haven't been a pedal bike rider since I was 10, so the first few times I was winded and trailed a good bazillion feet behind Ryan who somehow manages to be more physically fit than me regardless of his mediocre health habits. Frustrating. But anyway, it became my favorite thing to do after work on Friday night because it just felt really unwind-y and it also made me feel less bad about a post-ride strawberry milkshake.

Obviously we haven't been out since Novemberish and I just remembered how much I liked it yesterday, when I was out and about by myself. I always jump on the "come-on summer!" countdown right around December 26th, but usually only because I like flip-flops and the smell of sunscreen, this year though, I'm so ready to enjoy being outside again.