smell the coming weekend
Friday comes in, not on little cats paws like the fog but comes clomping in wearing an old pair of Doc Martins with knotted laces, spattered with mud, one broken heal hanging akimbo splashing coffee on the just mopped floor Because Friday has seen the hopes for the new week dashed Ground down under the cold efficient heel of another regularly scheduled meetings about warmth, artistry and meeting our new sales goals for the quarter. Keep up with your TPS reports! So dawn comes on a Friday, the early opening bud of the weekend no rain, more heat, some swell but wind too. trying to makeup for a weeks worth of disappointments with a brief day of respite at the shore. Friday's motto is, "Close enough to smell the coming weekend"
