It feels like Friday

It feels like friday, and I kind of wish it was. I recently discovered that Monday is Memorial day, and that I don’t have to work. I also (theoretically) will be able to spend some time with Sara on Monday in the evening, which I am looking forward to. I do my best not to live each week as though the weekdays were only there in anticipation of the weekend, and it isn’t hard since I tend to have just as little to do on weekends as I have to do on weekday evenings. Besides seeing Sara on Monday and perhaps watching Pearl Harbor Friday after work, I don’t really have any idea what I’ll be doing this weekend.

I’m certain that the time will pass whether I have plans for it or not. I’m fairly certain that things will happen as the time passes, and that I may witness or even participate in them. Maybe a little riding around for hours looking at houses that aren’t available or cost too much. Maybe a little fighting with .css files so that this webpage displays properly in more than one browser at a time. Maybe I’ll get back to work on that huge painting I’ve had looming over me since February. Maybe I’ll walk around in circles wondering what to do all weekend.