When Fridays come, people are so happy and use the cliché TGIF. I take the opposite position and say “there is always a Monday ahead.” It will be Monday in 48 hours or so. Do I hate Fridays? No! When Fridays come, I feel so empty. I have to go home and start thinking I am going to do this weekend. Perhaps I have to deal with my kids over the weekend and be creative with them because there is nothing else to do.
Fridays are special for some people such as Jews and Moslems. Sundays are special for the Christians. They can get kids be busy with Churches, Mosques, or Synagogues. Consequently half the weekend is filled with low activity. What about me? Since I do not believe in any of the religions, I have to come with some machination to deal with my kids for the whole weekend.
I guess my alibi would be “studying for my classes” over the weekend. So I will visit my friend tomorrow (Saturday) with my kids and declare Sunday for myself to study. Am I going to study at home? No way… I will take off and go to my work—which is my library—and sit across my computer and start evaluating book reviews. This is the well meant intention; yet one never knows whether the plan would establish itself over the weekend.
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