Fridays are squeezed--as in “scheduled time” for a number of things.

7:30 Breakfast

9:00 Exercise

10:00 Drive to pharmacy and get junk and prescriptions for the week

10:30 Hair appointment

11:30 Back home for lunch 

12:30 Recover from all of that--before my great-grandson comes for the afternoon to play “cars” with me.  He gives me the black and white patrol car and my job is to chase him all over the floor to arrest him for speeding.  Needless to say, I am exhausted by the time he goes home.  But it is so much fun to hear him laugh when I catch him.

5:30 supper

6:30 watch the news to see what the latest abomination is.  It seems like it is always bad news anymore.

7:00 Read my Bible to give me peace that God is still in control.

8:00 Fall asleep without planning on it just yet.  Sleep just happens anymore at 8:00 on Friday.