Friday.
Today is Friday and Fridays are always good.
They come when you least expect them.
Sure you know they're always at the end of a workweek.
Whether good or bad or great or something else altogether.
But you know how some Thursdays seem like Mondays and how you can
wake up on a Wednesday, think it's Saturday, realize it's Wednesday and
then almost cry because it's not Saturday? (I know you know.)
But today is Friday and you know Fridays are good because
at the end of the day a beer or a ballgame or a dog or a friend
or a loved one or a child or a mom or a dad or a movie or a sitting
on some deck or a novel or a video game or a something-else-you've-
been-waiting-all-week-for
awaits.