I left work early today, because it was Friday, and I could. Fuzzy had gone to /his/ work at some frightfully early hour (four AM) so that he would be ready for the important task of plugging in a cable. (Well, there was more to it than that, but his original explanation was that the client demanded that someone be onsite for the duration of their maintenance window)

So, it's a sunny California afternoon, and we were sitting in the square in Santana Row, eating Thai-fusion food from Five Foot Way (which, apparently, is connected to Straits). Five degrees warmer and it would have been a perfect day, but it still wasn't bad, and my ginger chicken was fabulous. (And I don't even really like chicken.)

Then Fuzzy went home to rest, and I went to check out MaiDo, a predominantly Japanese stationery store. This. Store. Is. Dangerous. Seriously dangerous. Everything in it was either high-tech, cute, or both. Mostly both. I hadn't thought of exploring it before, for reasons unknown, but then brought me that purple pen, so I was compelled to check it out.

I only spent $36 dollars.

But $9 of that was for a lavender aromatherapy pen.
No, I'm not making this up.

So, after they gave me my little black bag, and showed me how to make the aroma part of the pen work, I went to my salon and had a mini-facial and played with their new 100% natural make-up line. These people keep choosing colors for me that I'd never think to choose, and then I look in the mirror and go, “Wow.” And I liked what they did, but Fuzzy'd kill me if I spent any more on cosmetics this month. Except that technically, I haven't spent anything on cosmetics this month. Last month, that's another story.

Afterward, I wandered over to Borders and bought a few books. I'm in a curl-up-and-read mood, which is good because I should really avoid the computer as much as possible this weekend and give my wrists a chance to rest. At the moment, I'm half-way through Snow Falling on Cedars, and I read the first 40 pages of Memoirs of a Geisha while nibbling apple crisp and sipping cafe au lait in the Borders cafe.

And now we're home, cozy in the computer room, chatting idly during the commercials in the various Friday Sci-Fi shows that Fuzzy loves so much.

Let the weekend commence!