Simply Six Minutes: The Eagle Flies On Friday…

Saw the above prompt for this week and thought immediately of this…

I do know that I wouldn’t be as happy as the Saturday baby if I had to go to work, particularly after a week of work like the one depicted above…

Monday was not my favorite day, but it was really no different from any other day of the week work-wise. I know Monday always has the reputation of being a real rough day, but I could just as easily have a good day on Monday and a lousy one on Tuesday, and I have. Days when it was snowing were the worst, or winter days when the wind would blow in whatever direction I seemed to be going.

Being retired has changed this somewhat, mostly because now every day seems to blend into all the others. Mary and I take turns asking each other "what’s today? Wednesday?"

Christine at Stine Writing runs Simply 6 Minutes.

9 thoughts on “Simply Six Minutes: The Eagle Flies On Friday…

  1. What a good song even though, I am flaking out. I am working so I know each of the weekdays. Hell, I woke up and noticed it was lighter outside. I looked at the alarm clock, noticed it was 7:30and was late for work. I got up, brushed my teeth and hair, and came back down to quickly eat. I finally sat down and turned on the news just to see that it was Sunday!


  2. Monday’s were always the worst because I was the first one in the office, so I got to discover anything that had gone wrong over the weekend (including a leaking ice-maker water supply line) and then people who had been traveling the week before would start bringing their problems in .


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