The alarm went off about 6am. I rolled over to snooze it. It's one of the new, high tech ones that you just wave your hand at and it shuts up. Much better than having to press some itty bitty button, potentially hitting the wrong itty bitty button and shutting it up all together. That's always bad. As I was dozing off, I remembered, "Woohoo, it's Friday!" I jumped out of bed and started doing my Friday "Happy Dance". It looks a little like this:
Friday means then end of the long work week. Friday means no alarm clock tomorrow. Friday means staying up until dawn if I feel like it (will never happen, but I can dream) and sleeping til noon on Saturday (like that will ever happen either). Friday means that the next two days are mine to do what my heart desires and having to answer to no one... except my family when they ask "What's for dinner?" Other than that, the time is my own. Today, I celebrate Friday, the bright spot of my day.
Until next time,
All She Left Behind by Jane Kirkpatrick
1 week ago