I am so grateful for Fridays.  The work week is over.  By the time I get to Friday, I’m usually running on fumes.  And today, that is very much the case – I’m beat.

When I was much younger, Fridays meant happy hours, parties, and staying out late. Now Fridays mean jeans at work, relax at home after work, and the sweet anticipation of sleeping in until eight on Saturday morning, if I’m lucky.  Oh, how life changes – but I still love my Fridays.

TGIF!