I’ve long felt that Friday is weekend day, not beginning Saturday.  I have a whole different feel on Fridays.  I can have a drink when I get home.  (Yes, I know I “can” other days, but it feels better on Friday).  I can stay up late, even though my eyes are heavy-lidded at 9:30.  (The downside of being a teacher).


But it’s summer, which means even MORE Friday feeling.  And it’s a busy weekend, with a guest coming, a barbecue tonight, a graduation party tomorrow, and a special brunch on Sunday.  It’s all good times.


Monday is the dentist.  That just puts it all right back where it belongs, doesn’t it?  Just like going to work, except a bit more pain involved!