TGIF, or Ode to Friday

Oh, Friday. Glorious Friday! What promise you hold. Friday. My favorite day, Friday. The day I was born on, in fact. Children born on Friday, according to the poem, our "loving and giving," which I may genuinely say, from first hand experience, is true. Oh, Friday. Good, Good, Good Friday. You are good! Friday: the Christmas Eve of all the days of the week! The hope for the weekend to come! What promise is in store? What goodies are waiting under the tree? What fun is to be had? Yes, Friday. I'd take a perpetual Christmas Eve night, quivering in anticipation and dreaming of what sugar plums lie ahead, over any old Christmas Day and its finality, its disappointment, any day. It is the imagining how wonderful it will all be, tomorrow, that is beautiful. Yes, Friday. I'd take Friday over Saturday or Sunday, or any day, any day. What the mind can conjure up is always far far better than what the world provides, or what the weekend brings. The dreams always more real and exciting than any reality. Friday, oh, Friday. Like childhood, Friday. Friday is the childhood of all the days. The expectations, the tension, the hopes, and the aspirations for the future. The innocence of life before knowledge, before adulthood. Pure and white, and untouched, before reality sets in, before the week's end. Before the end. What is in a week? What is in a lifetime? Saturday comes and goes too fast. Barely blink and its gone. Sunday, sorry Christ, but no fun. The mind's already clouded by the ominous thought of Monday. And, Monday with its dread, heavy with the weight of so long a week ahead. Tuesday, just the day after Monday really. There for the overflow of Monday's storms, a drain pipe of a weekday, that Tuesday. And, poor Wednesday, the hump. Neither here nor there, stuck in the middle. Like the middle child of the week. Who really notices it? Thursday, oh so close but yet so far. And, then finally Friday. TGIF. Thank Goodness Its Friday. The Mary Poppins, "practically perfect in everyway," day that Friday. So, on Friday, reflect. On Friday, dream. On Friday, live! Let Friday be your Christmas Eve. Let Friday be your childhood again. Enjoy it while it lasts, because Saturday is just around the bend, Christmas Night is unfolding into another day, and our childhood? Well, it most likely has already come and slipped away. But, to those of us who know... there's always a Friday.