When you can’t see the trees for the horizon

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?

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