Now that the real Friday is here at last, I can bow in gratitude to whatever mystical (or earthly) force made it possible for me to last another week (especially this week). I think it was the Mayans who invented the calendar, right? Thank the Mayans itís Friday.
Itís not as if Iím slipping and sliding into the weekend with a goofy grin on my face, though. Thatís a little more than I can manage, despite the fact that I got a whole five and a half hours of sleep last night. (I had to sleep in until nine to do it.) Despite the fact that I had a wonderful hour of coffee and conversation with a friend this morning. Despite the fact that someone cares enough to call me long distance and check on me (free weekend minutes notwithstanding).
The light-headed feverishness (ooh, thatís a real word) I felt this afternoon had nothing to do with the coffee, either, unlike last week. This time I had only one cup, and itís the only caffeinated coffee Iíve sucked down all week. I should have known something when I woke up with a sore throat this morning, but I wrote that off to allergies and sinus drainage. That feeling went away long before the dizzy heat smacked me down.