Fridays

I am excessively thankful for Fridays. So much that sometimes my thankfulness for Friday spills over into Saturday, and overflows my thankfulness for Saturday, which somewhat lessens the harshness of my Sundays.

The weekend is a wonderful time.

These past two weeks have been somewhat stressful, albeit manageable. Papers and projects--two magic words that share a first letter with "pain." Last weekend was a whirlwind of violin followed immediately by a test-filled week.

And now, my life is almost silent.

I am having a great time with this arrangement. It's like a painting with pitches and beats for brushes and colors.

We're anticipating an ice storm for next week, which is finals. I don't have to attend most of them, but I might take Calculus and Physics and the other two from which I'm not exempt.

I have a list of thoughts to put into writing soon. Not college essays, for once! Just things I'd like to discuss.

Monday evening is when I find out.
I'm not really thinking about it now.

Perhaps the nervousness comes five minutes before?
Right now it doesn't seem to matter that much.

In the face of a silent weekend, what else could I want?