Favorite Day

After much thought (at least three minutes), I have decided that Friday is my favorite day of the week.  Friday is the gateway to the weekend, and weekends are so important.  Even though Den and I have moved on to the next phase of life where we aren't required to go to a job every day, I still look forward to the weekend.  The atmosphere everywhere is more relaxed, there are more people on the streets and there is less rush, rush, rush.  At least this seems true on Saturday. 

Saturday is the almost perfect day.  It's a day off from work.  And you don't have to worry that you haven't gotten everything done at home that you meant to do before you have to go back to work on Monday.  After all, you still have Sunday to do all that.  Saturday is a day full of possibilities -- to stay out late; to get up early or to sleep in, your choice;  to go looking for bargains and treasures at yard sales; to curl up in a chair either inside or out (depending on the weather) and read a trashy novel or a classic piece of literature; to meet a friend for breakfast or lunch; to take a drive in the country; to paint a picture.  Saturday can be anything you want it to be.

Maybe that's why I like Friday -- it is  always followed by Saturday, with its infinite possibilities.