We have had this little love name for Fridays for quite some time. (Actually, we have a Monday love name almost like it.) There's just something about the end of a work week that wears us out at the Johnson house. Everything we have has been forced into our comings and goings and doings throughout the week and there's a point, apparently, when we just can't keep coming and going and doing.
Tonight after dinner I did my walking, but only because I knew Nancy would be expecting me to (thanks, Nancy). After a bath, I was pretty much a goner.
Whatever it is, it can wait until Saturday.