Friday afternoons offer that best of all possible gifts which is hope.
"I hope you have a good weekend!"
"Sure hope is doesn't rain!"
"Hope the traffic isn't too bad!"
When the last of the ignore this until Monday tasks are tidied into a neat pile, Friday afternoon is the lid on the box of Schrodinger's Cat. Much as that postulated feline is neither alive nor dead until the lid is lifted, until that second hand rolls around and you fling open the escape hatch, the weekend ahead can be either good or bad.
Endless games of cards with incomprehensible rules. A missed bus in the rain. Road trips. Street meat. The perfect bike ride. Vigorous apple slicing leading to a trip to emergency waiting room. Sambuca. All of this and more awaits as Friday tick-tick-ticks away and the weekend becomes reality.
Throw open the door. Peel back the lid. Be brave. For fair or foul, 'tis Friday and the world is the small locally harvested organic shellfish of your choice.
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