A long Friday

1. My last day of work for a couple of weeks. I wake up feeling excited.

2. The day trundles on, things come up, they pass.

3. A downward turn late in the day leads to a solo dinner in an Italian in Merchant City. I admire my own bravery. I know some women might find it hard to eat alone, even in this day age. I don't mind though. I like the solitude.

4. I move to Tinderbox next door for a slice of chocolate tarte. This is where I take this picture. I like my eyes.

5. And a long Friday comes to a close. Holidays tomorrow.