Fresh and Early

the weekend arrives fresh and early I do not know what to do for dinner so I sit around and wait, playing solitaire holding my breath for answers that do not come I am mesmerized by the sudden quiet and that dog in the next room is not barking incessantly so I guess I am lucky for tonight. Other than that it is a strange evening full of mystery the endless schemes of the week far behind me now I can concentrate on the card games and super-bowl Sunday I guess I am a fair weather fan always rooting at the end of the season I crank the heat up in my room and it gets hot quickly I am waiting for the rain to come or some sign of change it always sneaks up on me and leaves me surprised when it comes so I want to be prepared for when it finally gets here