Friday

I woke up this morning at 6:15. What? I got up. Ate breakfast. Got to work on time. I felt rested. I was relaxed. I was ready to take on the day for one reason and one reason only...it was Friday.

Everything is easier on Fridays. It's like the last 100 meters of a race. No matter how tired you were with 150 meters left, somehow, somewhere you find the energy to sprint to the finish line. (And then you die, but that's not important.) Right now, what's important is that it's Friday.

And it's pay day!!! Bonus. (Well, no. No actual bonus. Just the same paycheck I get on the 15th and the last day of every month. Do bonuses even exist anymore?)

I think Friday is like a drug. It makes everything seem ok. It makes everything seem possible. Maybe it's the fact that tomorrow I get a rest. Friday - sure, I'll put in my time. Do my work. Get done what needs getting done. Tomorrow? I'm the boss. And being the boss is sweet!

Happy Friday! What are you doing to celebrate?