If you’re a glow worm, you’re all set. If not, then you’re probably glad that the week is over. I’ve yet to meet anyone who was sad that it was Friday. Mostly the sadness comes about three days from now, but Fridays usually mean smiles and relief.

My week wasn’t terrible, but it did seem to last quite a while. I read where a character in a book felt like he had his head opened and oatmeal poured in. I think I can relate. By 4 pm, my brains were mush. But tomorrow, I get to turn off the alarm and sleep in. Joy.

This is the part where I typically offer a meaningful insight, but not this time. I think my brains are still mushy and undercooked.