It is that moment on a Friday, when I want to just not worry about being a blogger and go to sleep.
I typed that last night, then I went to sleep. Full disclosure: Steven and I got together with our friend Kim. We went to Happy Hour at Asteroga Ale House then to the VFW for another drink. We’re not members of the VFW, but Kim knows some folks there. I told them I was V but not FW. We found out we could join the auxiliary, so we may do that.
The point is, wine makes me sleepy. Still, it was a fun Friday night. We used to go out every Friday night. When we lived in Potsdam, NY, it was Happy Hour at Alger’s. When we moved to Norwood, NY, we went to Jeremiah’s. Good times. Actually, it is the epitome of the expression, the good old days — we weren’t good, we weren’t old, and they weren’t days, they were nights.
So here I am at five in the morning, typing in something, anything, so I can still feel I am a daily blogger. Well, why not? We make up rules for ourselves and can bend them to our will. I call myself a daily blogger. If I miss a day and make two the next, I say that counts. If one is pure foolishness, I say it still counts! And if I want to call it Lame Post Friday early on a Saturday morning, I will. I hope your weekend is beginning splendidly.