Weeks clipping by

Yet another Friday.  It's a good day, offering a reprieve from whatever oppressed the week, a close of a paragraph in the chapter in the book.  But as so many of us have found, they just rocket by.  Not that they come quickly - few things come more slowly than Friday - but when they're here it seems so soon, the time is so compressed.  Maybe because Friday is a day with hope, and those hopes are what are flying past.