It took some rushing home for a quick cleanse and a rush back out to get me into a mood where I could start to slow down and feel better. I met up with a similarly harried person. It all started to melt away. The weekend had begun.
Thank you to the overattentive waitress, who lurked around our table like Igor the lab assistant in a bad Frankenstein rip off. Without you, the ice would have taken longer to break.