Friday, just past 5. Business done, Caroline at the park, Will at work, house clean. Not enough time to start a new project, read, call relatives, but time enough for music. And really, what else would you want to do on a perfect September Friday, when opening the windows into the light filtered by fall reminds me, and in fact recreates, that feeling from years ago when Friday and the weekend stretched out endlessly and turning on music meant I was officially finished with school/work, at least until infinity ended and Sunday arrived.
Friday, September 23, 2005
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