I remember a time when Fridays were not so full. Those were fine days, but now they’re over.
Now, even after work, there are errands and meetings and obstacles to both. It’s nearly midnight, and I’ve yet to shower or put on pajamas or even warm, fuzzy socks.
But it goes like it goes, as they say. Another day, another dollar, so others say.
I say, bring on the sleep I’ve been waiting for since I got up at 6:30 this morning. That’s quite enough for me.