Patty and I are so busy at work these days . . . we're super grateful to be vital cogs in vital organizations but holy hell, sometimes we arrive home on Friday just totally work-week wasted.
We always sit and talk for a bit about each others' days, but afterwards, our coping mechanisms are different. She retreats to various indoor comforts while I head out to the cold-ass shop (she's obviously a lot smarter than me).
Tell ya what, though - cold as it may be, Friday night solo shop time is about as sweet as it gets . . . coupla beers, good music, thinkin' all of life's troubles through, no pressure to get anything done . . . jeez, my problems just melt away, if only for a short time. Heaven on earth.