It seems wrong to include sadness in my Sunday, especially if I can do something about it.
A couple of weekends ago we set alarms, woke up early, and met for a work date.
Don't you know about the work date? It's when you're sort of hanging out but also being productive. It's essentially the most pleasant way to do work. I'm becoming an expert at it.
The Ace Hotel in New York City has a terrific lobby with big leather couches and library-style tables. We ordered some Stumptown Coffee and set to work for a few hours. The 9am arrival got us out of there before the brunch crowd.
Aren't my semi-grainy iPhone photos delightful?
I packed a backpack with my laptop to work on some graphic design projects, and Francis tackled his grading pile. It was a pretty perfect way to start a productive Sunday!
After our few hours of work, we ate delicious salads around the corner (question for the universe: why isn't Sweetgreen around all of the corners?) and then parted ways. It was so lovely to spend the morning together, and then be left with the day already rolling with hours left to go.
I vote yes to doing this more.