I hardly saw Friday coming through the flutter of papers around me this week. Now my task is to escape the laundry room in time to enjoy its possibilities.
And I will try not to ruin the implied rest that Fridays should bring by staying up too late, savoring the freedom. Richard and I will watch a DVD. He’ll want to watch something loud, and I’ll want to watch something with women wearing gowns with empire waists.
I’ll let Richard win because he used his day off to teach two robotics classes and deal with a dying (wild) animal on our back patio.
We’ll crank up huge surround sound speakers and I’ll feed him freshly baked brownies and the frustrations will go away for a while. Richard is my consolation at the end of the week and I feel rewarded by his time spent with me. Richard is the main reason I love Fridays.
Folding laundry now,
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