I LOVE FRIDAY’S

I love Fridays. Not that we ever do anything on Friday nights. As a matter of fact, I don't want to do anything Friday nights. By the time Friday gets here I'm totally wasted, and not in a good way. But I do love Fridays. I get to come home and do practically nothing, a really perfect state after a typically killer week. We eat something evil under the new healthy eating standards, like pizza or, tonight, Reubens, from Tuedsay's leftover corned beef. We drink a little too much wine and we watch something from the DVR. Tonight it is Grey's Anatomy, one of the best programs on TV. Then we just crash. Tomorrow morning I'll sleep in until about 7:00 if I'm lucky and spend a little more time on the paper or online news, then it'll start.

Actually, just writing it out makes it sound pathetic. No wonder I can't get this weight off. I haven't done a morning workout in months. I barely even walk the dog during the week. I eat responsibly, but not lightly, Monday through Friday afternoon, then have my Friday night blowouts. I spend Saturdays doing chores and frittering away Sundays. Good grief, if I keep up this pace, I'll end up crying myself to sleep tonight. Well, as Martin Dugard says, "Onward".

This weekend is Spring, figuratively and literally. The temperatures are going to be in the low 80's with plenty of sun and no humidity. We're going to ride out bikes, do yard work and otherwise be active. The Bradford pears and various types of cherry trees are in full bloom. There is a feeling of excitement and movement in the air. Yellow daffodils have been swaying in the March winds for the past few weeks and the wild onions are springing up all over the yard.

Today I am wasted. But tomorrow, onward!