Sometimes Fridays never have an end.

It's finally Friday.  The bulk of the week is behind the McGreevy family.  Of course, it didn't exactly pass them by and tip its hat as it did so.  It kind of shoved them down and walked right over top of them.  But now there's only Friday left to get through.  Fridays have a reputation for flying by, but this one is going to drag its feet heavily.  And it's going to start before India even wakes up:

When I'm having a bad day, I know there are at least two things I can look forward to: One of them is that day being over.  The other one is lunch.  Lunch seems like hitting the "pause" button on a bad day.  Granted, I'm a big fan of eating my emotions, but there's more to it than that.  Lunch can feel like a little island of sanity in the middle of a sea of awfulness.

Of course, even on the island, sometimes the waves wash up and soak you:

As far as the timeline for "Saturday" is concerned, I just started page 29.  In fact, I'd better get back to that.  Less talk.  More draw.

Cheers.