Fridays and reasons to get up in the morning

At Chez Ragged this morning, one thing was clear in the minds of each inhabitant: God bless Fridays. It's not that it's been a horrendous week. It's not that I am cursing the past five days. It's just that I am ready for the weekend. Ready to get away from work. Ready to sleep in. Ready to relax a bit.

And I am working under the philosophy that this will be a light weekend at Chez Ragged: no heavy lifting, no mulching and hopefully no painting.

So, we are rejoicing in the fact that another Friday has rolled around. It's apparent in Cynical's sighs as he put on his shoes this morning. I was evident in the fact that I stood a few extra moments under the warm water in the shower. (Cynical originally had planned for another working weekend, much like the last two, but I so want a quiet weekend, I so want to knit, to read, to watch movies, to listen to music, to take photographs, to sit in the sun. No paint fumes, no ladders, no heavy boxes and splattered floors.)

And since we are busy reveling in the fact that another week is coming to a close and we have two days of freedom, let's count a few other blessings along the way:

-I wore "Matador" to work today. Between stops this morning, I jaunted into Starbucks for a skinny white chocolate mocha, keep the whip. As I was waiting for the server to belt out my name at the toop of her lungs, the nice girl at the counter commented about liking my sweater. I stood a little taller and said, "Thank you. . . (and then in my whisper voice added) I made this." And I am still beaming. I am still walking proud. The cool girl at Starbucks complimented my knitting. (I have primarily worn it on the weekends, celebrating my "funky side" away from work. But this morning, I decided the two worlds should collide.)

-Last night Kissed Knitter visited Chez Ragged, where we ate pizza, knitted and complained about anything and everything. What a blessing to have someone you know you can be so very "candid" with. I suspect, however, that she may wish I was a little "less" candid.

-I have finally released my frustration after watching "Shut Up and Sing". No matter your feelings about Bush or the war, this is worth watching. It's worth seeing three women weather a storm together, raise their families, love their husbands and still be incredible musicians. It amazes me that free speech is not a two-way street in the US. I'd better stop there.

-Did I tell you I am going to a Fiber Festival next month (in about three weeks actually) with Jenny from the Blog and Needlefingers? I am antsy with list making excitment; making a plan of yarn attack.

I shot the photo above in an attempt to capture light. The sun streamed through our windows last weekend and I loved seeing the shadows and the light created. This is our laundry basket, catching some light.