I wonder how the weekend
I wonder how the weekend passes so quickly... even when filled with nothing of consequence. It's just a blink compared to the span of weekday filler. I'm dreading the morning commute and the time between my eyes opening and my first sip of coffee. But, it's like Sir Winston Churchill said... "If your going through hell, keep going." I think I'll slip under some comfy covers and get some rest. C minor becomes G like a sweet ending to my day and with any luck, I will dream of better things.
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