Why is it that even though I am not in the official “workforce” and haven’t been for several years now, I still look forward to Friday and the ensuing weekend with the same level of anticipation that I used to. So, what gives? Is that weird or what? Sure, the Bernmeister is usually around much more which is great. However, it’s not like Sam’s needs or noise level come to a standstill and I’m snoozing ’til noon.
Have weekends just become part of our circadian rhythm? (I feel like this could be the start of a Sex and the City episode. I still miss that show so much. I’m ready to pre-buy my movie ticket NOW!) It really goes back to God resting on the seventh day, I suppose. We humans took that thought and ran with it, creating what we know and love as the weekend or, better yet, the luxury of a long weekend.
I tell you what — it is now 2 PM on Friday. Why don’t I crack open a beer, think about it some more, and get back to you. It’s time to kick back. It is the weekend after all.
LibbY