Wooee, I am feeling the freedom of a Friday and coming weekend. Even though my days are all the same in my seniority retirement, the old school habit of getting to 3:30 on a Friday afternoon to celebrate is still deeply instilled.
There's nothing like escaping the building and crowd and having a happy walk home. Jumping puddles, ignoring cars, listening to other people chatter and laugh as they go along, avoiding aggressive dogs, hearing the birds, smelling the grass, greeting favorite trees, are heavenly luxuries after sitting inside in self-limiting captivity.