Friday is a popular dude

Friday, dark and weatherless. That is to say, it was too dark to see what the skies held (or didn't) and no visible weather was happening as I drove in. Some will no doubt argue at no visible weather is still weather all the same, but for my purposes nothing was evident. Wet is the forecast, and the ground was certainly wet, so my hunch is that the rain clouds hovered, further delaying the coming of daylight with just that little bit of added veil.

If personalities could be assigned to the days of the week, knowing that individual days would bring their own variability to those general personalities, I would say that Fridays generally evidence the smug casual swagger of a very popular person. They always know they are welcome, they expect to be fawned over. The party never starts until they arrive, and they always time their arrival to be just late enough to create a growing sense of anticipation from the waiting crowd. Friday lends a self assured casual lope to the end of the week, even when the workload doesn't respect that gait change. If nothing else, we made it to Friday.

For me, it is another catch-up Friday. Nothing specific scheduled, so the whole day can be given over to getting things done that have accumulated like so many partially read and unresolved books. The very best kind of Friday, and one for which I am quite willing to fawn adoringly.

My Morning Jacket just feels like the right soundtrack for today, so I will spin the iPod over to artist mode and let it focus on just that group while I work.

The drive in soundtrack was, of course, more varied, and MMJ wasn't in evidence. A so-so grouping of tunes, though taking nothing from the individual tracks:

- Ardnaxela: El Sello
- The Guggenheim Grotto: The Girl With the Cards
- Melissa Etheridge: Map of the Stars
- Ray Price: Crazy
- Bruce Cockburn: Shipwrecked At The Stable Door

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