Working from home on Fridays, it never really felt like Friday. It afforded me many many advantages, but I never felt that TGIF feeling that I'd known my entire adult life before having a kid. All it takes, apparently, is one Friday back to regain the rush. And on the Friday before a holiday weekend that heralds summer, no less.
Per the norm I have plenty to do here, and I'll do it, but with a certain extra purpose, a sunnier attitude, a little bit of longing for the closing bell to send me on my way into the abyss of potential fun. It's no different from what might await me on any other weekend up until now, but perception is such a funny funny thing.
The coming weekend is a nice balance of plans and free-form time. We'll see good friends and attend a barbecue. I will hopefully satisfy my craving for a really top-drawer margarita. Other than that who knows, and that's the fun. This time last year we were in urgent care with HR who was down with strep, so the bar is pretty low for topping our last Memorial Day (KNOCK WOOD).
Really I just wanted to publicly revel in this particular type of re-discovered euphoria. No matter what you're doing, including working like some poor sap I married, everyone be safe out there and have a chill and joyful couple of days.