I was chatting with a co-worker in the hall yesterday about the week. He made a comment that it’s been a long one, which was funny because it felt to me that the week had only just begun. I had to pause to remember that it was Thursday. I can’t decide if that’s good or bad. On one hand, it means the weekend is here. On the other hand, another week has passed in a blur. I never get depressed when it’s Monday because I know it will be the weekend again before I know it. In this case, it will also be Monday again before we know it.