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.