Oblivious on demand

Ah, Saturday morning at last; my favorite time. On Friday evening I am aware work week is over but fatigue and mental loathing from office hours are still too fresh for me to enjoy their ending. But on Saturday morning all that is cured by sleep, the weekend lies bore me intact and inviting and the feeling of freedom is nearly intoxicating. It’s a passing sensation and the enthusiasm descends as the countdown ticks away bringing me closer and closer to the next 8-to-5 merry-go-round. Yeah. Time is elusive and precious moments will go unnoticed and unappreciated if you don’t pay attention. I don’t know about “you” but I need to write such things over and over to remind myself-yes, over and over-that life is beautiful, and if it doesn’t feel quite so at present I must always remember it can become so at any given moment.