Friday

It’s Friday, and there’s nothing surprising about that. There’s a one in seven chance that it would be. At the same time, it’s a day unlike any other I’ve known. It could even be a day unlike any other anyone has ever known or will ever know. I don’t know about that.

Not that it’s special. By no stretch of the imagination could any Friday be said to be. Different? Yet that isn’t it either.

Thinking about it, it isn’t the day which is unique. It’s my outlook. It’s this which has taken a turn in a new direction. It may be no better nor more sensible than any way I’ve ever followed, but it’s the one I’m currently on. That’s the thing.