On the End of the Week

The week is over. The week is done. May it never come back.

*sigh*

I’ll explain more tomorrow, when I have more energy. Right now, I’m bushed.

I’ll put in the Young Dubliners. I’ll crack open a Sam Adams and propose a silent toast to absent friends.

The week is over.

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