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Friday, I love the way you just sneak up and appear, like a happy surprise, right at the end of my week. Even though you’re Good Friday, and supposed to be sad and somber, is it okay if I’m glad you’re here? Because I am.
You’re the kind of day that makes my boss say, hey, I think I’ll work from home today, which you and I both know is a clever front for doing anything but. Also, thanks for throwing in that kicker that caused him to email this a.m. with instructions to staff to leave by three. Because he’s kind? Because he can’t be bothered to craft assignments? Mostly, Friday, it’s because of you, because you’re here and you’re marvelous, and you remind us that there’s nothing today that can’t wait till next week.
Except maybe some warmer weather. It’s a bit out of your jurisdiction, being but a day of the week and all, but can you get crack-a-lackin on some higher temperatures? Throw in a good word here or there. Please and thank you. I love that I’m wearing my sunglasses. The wool sweater, though, not so much. And my Uggs would really like to be retired for the season.
See what you can do. But in any event, Friday, you are the light of my week, and I am so glad you’re finally here.
