Tomorrow is Friday. Which means the end of the week. Which means that Saturday awaits us after Friday, and a day of rest and recreation and doing what I want to do rather than what I have to do. Perhaps. Then comes Sunday, beginning in church, then a nap in the afternoon to regain my equilibrium and to finally feel rested. And the day ticks away quickly until I have to sleep hard in order to put off Monday and the beginning of the new week. And it starts all over again.
Thursday is pleasant because Monday and the new week are three days away and it feels safe, because there is enough time and enough of me time between now and the beginning of again. In my mind it feels restful because I can feel the end of week, but again is far enough away to feel far away.
So I cherish Thursday, because it feels safer than Friday, less foreboding than Saturday, and less of a waste than Sunday.
It is all ticking away and I can't do anything about it.
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