Sitting at a red light on the way back from the grocery store, it went like this:
“Such a long red light … Why are all of these cars in my way? Hey, cool! Neat bike! Check out that paint job! And great nose art, wow!”
And then I noticed the dog in the sidecar. And, finally, the goggles.
You figure that pooch knows the weekend is here. But then you think, maybe every day is a Saturday to that dog.
Meanwhile, as workday turns into weekend, this is the view from the recliner in my home office:
Did you ever think that maybe everyday could feel like Saturday to the rest of us, too?
