My foot turns to lead as it leans on the accelerator...particularly at the end of a work week. My heart lightens and the anticipation of two whole days with my family propels me to race down North Avenue to get my daughter. Ah...glorious weekend. Friday night is the prelude of things to come. Icing on the cake. Saturday morning, the weekend is young and open to possibilities. Saturday afternoon and evening is the pinnacle of weekend fun. Sunday mornings start the slow descent, but the brakes can still be applied. Sunday afternoon and the ominous clouds of the work week start rolling in. Sunday night requires surrender. Denial gets you nowhere. I wish I could live in a constant state of Friday night. Too bad Friday only happens once a week. Lucky for me it's tonight.
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