It’s Friday morning, just after six am. Everyone’s favorite work day. The weekend is almost here, and it’s going to be a busy one.
Kids stuff tomorrow. Karate, band, some other stuff. Errands like food shopping and unclogging a drain in the bathroom. It’s time to start raking leaves, but I think I can delay that a week. I need to buy clothes, my last good work shirt lost a fight with some spilled buffalo sauce the other day, and I need a haircut. Sunday means my band practice, the last before our next gig. There will be more errands, and I want us to be able to eat dinner together before I leave for practice.
It looks like a very busy weekend for me, but it’s the good kind of busy. It’s busy doing things with my family, mostly. That’s the kind of busy I can get behind.