Not Friday?

We were out of coffee today, so I had a triple latte.  My energy was high all day, I think I even matched the kids.  I felt like my A-Game, the kids were engaged, creating, excited, a little squirmy.  I left school right at three but came home and read In Pictures and In Words for school.  Well, I started out by reading my school book but as I sat on the front porch with Gracie at my feet and cool white wine resting on the Adirondack...I was persuaded to pick up my novel.  I read for over two hours and didn't fall asleep! Either it is an amazing book (which it is, Steven King's 11/22/63, I would highly recommend it) or I am finally getting over the time change.  Around six Jack and I hopped on our bikes to head to Lala's for dinner.  Although Logan is very different from Mountain Avenue in Fort Collins, we braved the fast and aggressive drivers in order to enjoy cruising in the beautiful weather.  After a delicious meal I lie in bed reading and listening to the NCAA games trying to ignore one itty bitty teeny weeny icky gooey annoying detail of a thought.

HOW IS IT NOT FRIDAY!

It feels like a Friday. It seems like a Friday.  It tastes like a Friday. And yet...tomorrow I will have to survive a Friday!