I love Fridays. (I also love Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays, of course. ) Each one is a gift, as far as I’m concerned, one I’m grateful to receive.
Still, there’s something festive about Fridays–there are responsibilities to meet, naturally, but for me, at least, Fridays are sort of like Christmas Eve–all the magic and mystery of the weekend are ahead, waiting to be discovered. Sure, Saturday will bring the usual errands, a mail run for Bernice the Yorkster and me, possibly a trip to the grocery store, laundry to do, a table to be painted. Where’s the… Read More »