When I was a working woman, I loved Friday's SO much. They always meant so much to me, a long, hard week nearly over, many things accomplished so I could take it a little easy on Friday. Usually had lunch brought in from somewhere on Friday's and that was special, too. The other days I ate something brought from home, usually canned soup. Friday meant that I could dress more casually than the other days, not that I dressed up every day by any means. But I would wear my t-shirts with the company logo, or the polo shirts that were provided. And jeans... definitely jeans. I miss the feeling of Friday alot. Yes, I know that every day should or could feel like Friday now, but they don't. I miss working so much, more than I can explain. I miss being a part of something, I miss the people that I worked with, I miss the car business --- it is such a fun business. Never a dull moment, always something strange or funny happening. :)
But today is Friday in my new world. Usually Mark brings something home for dinner -- so that is my new perk for Friday. Yea --- I made it through another week of nothing. Of hurting. Of pain. Yea!!!