I am surprised that weekends have begun to be the same beloved reprieve they were BILMJ (Before I Lost My Job). All I needed to remind me of the precious status of weekends was gainful employment.
Oh my. Now Friday at 5 is the pinnacle of the week again. Yeah. It has happened. It’s not because I dislike my job. Far from it. The reason is really quite simple. Weekends hold the potential for spontaneity. Sleeping an extra ten minutes will not throw your schedule into chaos. Daring to take an extra 20 minutes for reading and coffee is a possibility that won’t cause a cut in pay. Taking in a movie or shopping or having dinner with friends isn’t necessarily followed by a groggy day of work. You can throw the schedule out the door for two whole days.
I like it.
Today is Friday. Wooooowhoooo. And so for the bit of fiction offered on Fridays, I give you this:
She waited, her courage waning a bit, a tissue clenched in her hand the only support she sought in this adventure. He spoke two words. With that all her fears and all her dreams coalesced and her life changed. Pregnant at 48.
Happy Weekend Everyone! A joyous, spontaneous good time to all!