then my other boss had a fancy party at her brooklyn apartment, just because, and it wouldn't be a weekend of mine without fresh flowers, a good book, and a latte. i really look forward to those simple little treasures.
p.s. if you are looking for a good book, i am currently reading hemingway's a moveable feast, an achingly beautiful collection of his memories of paris in the 1920s. i go back and forth between not being able to put it down and putting it off so it won't ever end.