It is Friday. Capping a busy week. Heading into a busy weekend. Leading to an even-busier next week. More snow. Muffler repair (Tom's). And a party to throw.
This is when I turn to . . .
Now through the white orchard my little dog
romps, breaking the new snow
with wild feet.
Running here running there, excited,
hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins
until the white snow is written upon
in large, exuberant letters,
a long sentence, expressing
the pleasures of the body in this world.
Oh, I could not have said it better
--- Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume Two
Ahhhhh. I feel better already.
Enjoy the weekend . . . whatever it may hold.