I haven't had to lose it on the demon dog in over 72 hours. I slept in till 7.
Some of my favourite people are home for the weekend.
Driving the same country road, the colours are amazing.
I look over and I see this man, again.
Painting in his garage, again.
My music is blaring, again.
My toes are cold, again.
There's the draughts pacing at their gate, again.
I haven't spoken anything other than a whispered "good boys" to the pooches yet today.
And I hear myself screaming "I'm stuck on groundhog day!"
Then madly laughing like a lunatic.
Sounds about right for a friday.