Most people I’ll want contact with are having Friday off, using flex-days, taking personal time; or, they are on vacation, starting one or they don’t work Fridays.
Or, they’re relaxed, enjoying casual Friday, taking casual view of their clocks, calls and departure times …
Feels like Saturday, because I know the phone won’t ring much.
Feels like Saturday, because dozens of tasks are spread across on my office floor – those must be done ones before I can spread my ‘weekend-things’, an entirely different assortment of files, piles and notes to be spread out there.
Feels like Saturday because it is nice outside, because I’m relaxed and anxious to do my tomorrow things – preparing for some teaching at a Toastmasters event and shopping for things I’ll cook for company tomorrow evening.
I wonder, what will tomorrow feel like? Will it feel like Saturday too?
I looked around this morning, at the gym, usual faces, familiar cars in the parking lot – I always get there as the late-early birds are arriving and the genuine early birds were departing. Real keeners. They are heading off to the office as usual, but I expect it will feel like Saturday for them too.
I checked my e-mail … hardly anything there. Feels like Saturday.
I’m looking outside – my bike, chained, wanting tire-inflation, then aches to be ridden.
Feels like Saturday. I looked in front closet – there, my golf clubs, not swung yet this year, in need of dusting off, limbering up. Standing next to those clubs, my 3-wheel push cart, also dust laden, all its tires in need of inflation.
Feels like Saturday …
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 6C / 43F, sunny with significant chance of rain, walking the tall grass was like slogging through soggy jungle – Gusta seemed happy to cruise up a bicycle path and down again and I wondered, ‘why am I not peddling here?’ ….