Finally

It's Friday.

You are SO happy. Work week c'est fini.

Your high school French teacher would be thrilled you remembered something from those decades ago.

Lotsa stuff on your mind. Good stuff.

Your birthday is right around the corner.

However, right now all you can think of is, you really don't need to go anywhere on Saturday.

You can stay in your cluttered house and do whatever you want--except, well, wash the dishes and mop the floor--you digress--what fun would those be?

Anyway, its Friday and you're happy.

Especially because you're off on Monday.

And instead of the 30 degrees, it is right this second,

Monday will be about 70.

However, it's still Friday. Still the weekend.

Still alot left to see.

All is good.

Grab a blanket for tonight.