Friday

When the burden becomes bearable, knowing help is on its way; or in planning for the quiet anticipation of the phone to just sit there, cat-like; or reading the paper in the easy chair instead of at the kitchen table for once -- all dreams -- but first there is the final clean up, of everything that was neglected over the last few days, knowing that today would be the last. But it never is. The phone calls come, the traffic is murder, work boils and tumbles requiring immediate attention. Everyone else is doing the same: preparing for the peace.