Thursday’s my new favorite day.

Always followed by a Friday, the breath of freedom gives new life to me.

I worked, and had a good day, but couldn’t drag my thoughts away from writing.

Like a cur with a bone, I thought about my work in progress, wondering when I’d have another chance to focus on it again.

At the stage where I need to concentrate, instead, I find myself ready to run into the sunshine and soft warm breeze.

Soon, I say, and promise myself the weekend.

Soon.