So Fridays are busy days for me at this job. It's the day we publish our site in all its content-heavy glory and it's often crunchy time and full of last minute changes. And like most people, you know me loves some last minute changes.

When Deek was teaching, Friday nights to him were what he referred to as his personal "shabat." If it was a Friday, there would be no answering of the phone or returning of the voicemail. I'd mistakeningly start to ask him what his plans would be on a certain Friday and he'd cut me off barking, "SHABAT!"

He didn't want to talk or see or be around anyone on Friday night. Instead spend the evening drunk alone to decompress from the stress of the week so he would be able to enjoy the rest of his weekend.

I have adopted this routine. Sans the wine-induced coma part.

It actually works wonders. When I wake up on Saturday, I've usually forgotten about all the little earthquakes from the afternoon before.

Alternately, Mondays now are a breeze. I used to DREAD every Monday at my last job. Every Sunday afternoon, I'd start to feel a tension washing over me and I'd turn into the CrankMaster 5000®.

"Raar! Why doesn't anyone do dishes around here?"
"Raar! What do you mean you are out of brown rice? How do you run your business?"
"Raar! Masterpiece Theater can suck me!"

Of course, Friday night shabat can always be called off if indian food is on the agenda.