Its that time of the week again. It was Monday a few minutes ago, and itll be monday before i can blink. Have fielded "So what are u doing this weekend ?" from pretty much everyone at work. "Honestly, I have nothing on the cards" and that suprises even me. If the weather is anything like what is predicted, I want to char myself lying on the beach, sipping iced tea and finish reading "One hundred years of Solitude". Its been a phenomenal read so far as promised by my Garcia-marquez-fan friends. Aviva is back. And my house is alive again. Reminded me again, of how isolation makes me squirm. Plays on my mind. Not a good feeling. Anyways, the weeks ended.Its Friday evening. Time to kick back and soak in every moment . Monday will be here before i can blink.