Humorously, I woke up today thinking it was Saturday.
I spent the whole day, resting,
Relaxing, thinking, “I don’t need to come into work.”
Because it was Saturday.
Not much got done.
No great poems.
No reading.
I had a nice relaxing day
Until I noticed it was Friday,
The song by Rebecca Black echoing in my ear.
Which means tomorrow I’m going to need to get some work done.
B. K. Neifert 