Let me count the reasons:
I love thy mornings which come neither early nor stressful
I love thy lack of appointments and thy afternoons restful
I love thy loose, languid, lounge-about ways
Thou art more lovely than week's other days
Most other days we scamper hither and yon.
And free time, once arrived, is quickly gone
But thy ways without such firm constrictions
Make for pleasant times, eschewing frictions
The sun will shine regardless of all cloud
Our music shall be cranked up ever loud
We dance with wild abandon on your day
As joy that overwhelms us we obey
In keeping with the True Spirit of Wednesday, the poem does not follow contrictions of meter, either!
Ever have one of *those* dreams? I did last night and my brain actually said "it's OK, it's just a dream, so go for it" and then I wasn't sure it WAS a dream, and I was all overwhelmed with guilt, and people were upset and OMG what a relief to wake up. And it wasn't even satisfying if you KWIM. Fun, but not satisfying. Am I going to blush when I see this guy IRL? Hopefully I'll have forgotten by then, right? And where the heck does this stuff come from? OTOH it must have been a workout, cuz I weighed in lighter than ever, LOL!
Maybe I'll blog more in my secret blog. }:->
I love waking up late and cooking rice for brunch, thus giving myself a guaranteed 35 mins of guilt-free enforced waiting before feeding the crew. Muahaha!! And we have a yummy leftover curry, so everyone's happy.
I'm sure more blogging will be done later.