Back in 2012, I had a friend named Fred. He lived by my front door and sang to me when it rained. Tuesday I caught a glimpse of the new Fred. He has not sung to me yet, but that kind of friendship takes time.
Having Wednesday off made Thursday feel like a Monday. It also felt like there were two weeks, not one. Why does a Monday sometimes feel like a Friday? Why do some days go quickly and some seem to drag on forever? Maybe I should stop thinking that I never have enough time, because it is all in my head!