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Racing out the door, having just raced in, to meet friends for dinner, but have to make this observation first:
The last three Friday mornings (including this one) have been perfectly wretched, awful, depressing, horrific starts of the day. The sort where I wanted to crawl back into bed and hide under my pillow.
And yet...all three days ended well, and there was laughter and jokes and a general sense of accomplishment.
Weird. Does that happen to anyone else, or is it just me and Fridays?
The last three Friday mornings (including this one) have been perfectly wretched, awful, depressing, horrific starts of the day. The sort where I wanted to crawl back into bed and hide under my pillow.
And yet...all three days ended well, and there was laughter and jokes and a general sense of accomplishment.
Weird. Does that happen to anyone else, or is it just me and Fridays?