Friday, How Nice.

Another week done and dusted.

Fridays have taken on such a different feel since I don't work Saturdays anymore. For many years my weekend only started at about two on a Saturday afternoon. Despite that I cherished even such a shortish weekend but now, that extra half day makes all the difference.

Even suppers tend to have a holiday flare come Friday. Usually pizza or pasta and wonderfully late as we don't have to get up at the crack of dawn on Saturdays. Never mind that we do anyway as it has become habitual.

This Friday is also the day that the wearing of masks in most places has become compulsory again. Not before time too. The case count of corona has increased again and I cannot understand how this could be a surprise. Tourists, lack of masks and a healthy portion of covid malaise should account for it. Just because you don't see the virus doesn't mean it is gone.

Fridays are the springboard to a two day holiday with endless possibilities. Be they spent in leisure pants lounging on the couch, book in one hand and freshly brewed coffee or tea in the other, or a day neatening up a garden or a day spent in the pursuit of spending money in the local center. Yes, despite corona or in fact because of corona one does need to spend some money albeit on hopefully local products and services.

There is a wonderful peacefulness about the gentle pace of life from one Friday to the next. The surety of continuity provides a much needed anchor to life during our current turbulent times. One day we will all look back and give ourselves a pat the shoulder for having made it through...

Biggi