Friday. But you know my opinion and stance on Fridays. So what. It’s Friday yes and to some that’s something, but I don’t care. I’m working tomorrow, and the next day, the day after that. I’m a blogger, writer, writer before a blogger and always noting something, so days off are days of others, not me.
Resolving to not spend any more money, today. Not one penny. What about lunch. I need something to eat at that time, always do. So what do I do. Use change. Yes. Get as many quarters as I can, that’s lunch. The quarters don’t matter, today, this meaningless Friday.
At the coffee spot same as yester’, with a 4-shot latte and the back table all to self. About 40 minutes to self before I have to get to office to be a professional. Professional. What. I’m learning. Educating myself closer to 40 I get, knowing that all I want is the world, every Road I can find, any wine I haven’t tried, and sip and scribble overlooking a street, a canyon with a river somewhere in Switzerland. That’s my most vocal and mobile and noble of “goals”.
Every morning should be this, time with self. Friday or whatday.