After about five months of Saturdays,
I got back to a sort of normal routine.
Lesson plans are beckoning,
It seems they don’t write themselves.

Rain was dominating the forecast,
Remnants of the awful hurricane we pass through
So I took a virtual dive into the digital divide
And made some progress on this new way of teaching.

I’m not exactly happy about it, but
Things are requiring a new attitude, and
When I think about the opportunity, I’m thankful, so
Sitting on a rainy Saturday writing plans isn’t that bad.

Getting some of it done came early,
The rain left, but the humidity stayed,
The treadmill called and I ran work away
With a YouTube run on Venice Beach.

Finally, Friday,
A short, long weekend
Followed up
By what willk surely be
A too short weekend.

I wonder what it’s like
When everyday is a Saturday,
An ellusive vixen
Tempting and teasing
Offering the goods,
But when you get there
It’s all nasty.

Ah, whatever,
I’m too young for that,
Friday, that’s all today is.

The days off
Might just be the best.
Work can drag a man down
But thank goodness for Sundays and rest.

So why not go for a long run
Watch a bunch of football
Sneak in a nap or two
Then wait for nightfall.

And work tomorrow.