Friday Flight

Friday. Finally. Made it to work by 7am, instead of my usual 8am. It was still dark when I left.
Not feelin' any of that!
Anyway made it there. Quite busy and I am tired.
Yea, I gotta write some 1500 word paper on the History of Minority of Child Welfare US system...I left out a word in all that, but does it really matter?
It ain't code for "your screenplay is being fought over by Spike Lee and Stephen Spielberg~
Naw, not quite.
Even so it's Friday. I got cats. TV. Ice cream.
And a smile from a long ago day courtesy of The Monkees---with Davy Jones, who was the first older' man I ever fell in love with.....
It don't get any better than this!

Friday Feelin'

My goodness! It is Friday finally.
Why do weekDAYS seem to slug along so-,
While the weekEND is gone in less than a blink of an eye?
The kicker is, it's always been this way-except now, I'm on the other end of it.
As kids, weekends were infinite moments of play, Nancy Drew books, and non-cable TV.
As adults, we still have infinite moments--they roll too fast onto Monday morning!
In the meantime, let's go back to 1967 for a song
That makes me smile as an adult as much as it did when I was a kid--
And dare I say--it still makes me feel infinitely groovy....

Short Script

Good memory made with a good chum on this day
Something to be said about being inside your own bungalow
Doing what you want to do even if that do is---nothing
Love having this week off.
Rest. Relax. Reflect.
Helped the day dream believer in me
Just believe a little more
And that's a good thing