The Glory of a Long Weekend

On Friday evening, Monday morning always looms ominously to shadow the pleasure and freedom of having two days off.

On Memorial Day weekend, Tuesday morning seems distant, almost unreal. The three-day weekend stretches ahead into unseen bliss.

I’m overstating my case… maybe. Suffice it to say that I am so glad the weekend is here!

In other news, you may have noticed that my book list (”In the Queue” in the “Reading” section) has ballooned lately. I added some Christian fiction I’ve been wanting to catch up with. I’m selective about which Christian fiction I read. I don’t like to read the light, fluffy, meaningless stuff. I’m not really into romance unless it’s worked artfully into a bigger plot. I like to read books that are literature - well-written and thought-out, Christian or not. But anyway, I am devouring books lately now that I’m off my steady diet of homework and textbooks.

Today at work, I finished Grace at Low Tide. I was reading it during naptime in the toddler room. At 2:00, I had to go upstairs to the preschool room, where they were finishing up their naps. A couple kids were awake, and I sat waiting for the head teacher to wake everyone up, so I was finishing the last few pages of the book meanwhile. When I finished it, I closed it with that little sigh of satisfaction that comes with the end of a book, and the little five-year-old guy on his cot nearby smiled and said, “Ya finished it.” I had to laugh.

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