Tuesdays

Tuesday is quickly becoming one of my favorite days of the week.

What began as an attempt at "date night," a babysitter has been secured for every Tuesday evening. Sean's current travel schedule has made the original date night idea a physical impossibility, so these Tuesdays, I date myself.

After running a few errands which are considerably easier to do without help from a two year old, I usually end up wandering the aisles of a bookstore followed by dinner alone somewhere with my nose in a book.

So...

Tuesdays taste like a warm tall mocha latte.

Tuesdays feel like a newly cracked spine of a novel.

Tuesdays smell like Jasmine rice.

Tuesdays sound like whatever I decide plays on the car stereo.

Tuesdays look like heaven.