This past week I logged lots of extra hours at work.

On Wednesday my club Mock Trial presented a case and I was there until 6 pm. Thursday we had parent-teacher conferences and I was there until 8:15 pm. Friday morning I got up and I was back at school by 7:40. Normally I am at school a little earlier--say 7:30 am--but really, who can keep that up? I was even at 7:40 am I was back at school less 12 hours after I'd left.  Friday I got my bag and locked up my classroom at 8:30 pm after watching our annual English-language musical.

<em>Phew. </em>

I am ready for the weekend. It's a beautiful day in Sofia.

Unfortunately, I've spent a large part of it cleaning my apartment. It's been getting less and less clean all week. These things happen after logging too many hours at work. Anyhow, now my clothes are clean and folded. My dishes are washed. My bathroom is clean and the sun is shining through all of the windows of my apartment.

It's wonderful.

Tonight I am heading to a birthday party for a friend and colleague. It's a big one for it him--it's one of the ones that ends in a zero. He and his wife are throwing a BBQ at their on campus apartment. It really couldn't be a better day for a BBQ and a beer (or two).