The Next Big Thing

Everything seems possible on a Friday morning. It’s a point where some degree of optimism and expectation converge to provide some kind of rush based on the simple premise that it’s the preamble to 2.5 days off. This morning I was thinking to myself that I could judge the time by the light. Having consigned the alarm clock to OFF, I glanced at yon device only to find that maybe my skill wasn’t as honed as I thought. Ergo I lost nearly an hour of that aforementioned end of the week buzz.

Hoo-ever, no point in boo-hooing over that now. I’m home. I plan on spinning The Riverdales at warp volume sometime after I get to the bottom of the ongoing Car Insurance finagle. Ever get the feeling you’re being systematically shaken down? However, I have a (pipe)dream that’s keeping me afloat. I don’t want to say it out loud yet for fear that it’ll come down around my ears.

A lot of music and a couple or three movies is what figures most in the upcoming hours. It would have been cool to have made it to Southern Fried but you can’t always get what you want as that rubber-lipped fella once said.