The future is no longer bleak.
We made it through another week.
Wednesday, I wouldn’t bet this way.
And yet, tomorrow’s Saturday.
Two days to rest and recoup.
Time for salads and for soup.
That was a joke, people.
Time for pizza and sundaes.
A lot of meetings passed me by.
I went to them all, and did not cry.
I learned a lot and stored it away.
It’s all forgotten by next Monday.