Friday ain't what it used to be...

For the first time in several years, I'm not ready to shout, "Woohoo, it's Friday!" as we approach the end of Thursday. I am now working on my own and so I set my own schedule and pace and feel "in control"--well except for my panty hose rolling south when I stand, sit or walk. It's a good feeling to be self-directed, although I occasionally get a little dizzy and lose my direction altogether. But I'm the only one around, and I don't call attention to my foibles. They do that all by themselves. So, circling back to Friday, tomorrow just won't be what it's always been--a day to celebrate and declare the start of the weekend because I'm so ready to be off work. And working for myself, I work just as many hours, even longer some days, because I don't have to. And that's the point. I want to do my work just for the sake of doing it and feeling satisfied with the effort, not because someone tells me I must. Who knows how long this situation will last, but while it does, I'm relishing every moment, even Fridays.