I realize that it’s been a four-day work week. I also realize that it’s Thursday, which means that tomorrow is the day that inspires happy dances everywhere, better known as Friday.

I’m learning how to appreciate the weekdays as much as the weekends, so that I’m not rushing from one weekend to the next, missing out on 5/7ths of my life.

But still, Fridays are nice. It’s like a little reward for surviving whatever the work week threw at you.

It’s even nicer still when you get to sleep in on Saturday.