My Precious Weekend,
Finally. You're here. I thought you'd never come. I don't mean to sound ungrateful. But waiting for your arrival these past five days has been excruciating. Once I thought I heard you approaching. But, alas, it was only Wednesday. And, I must confess, because you took so long to get here I had to take a half day off yesterday, just to make it through. I feel like I cheated on you. I hope you'll forgive me. I know you're faithful - - you come every single week, no matter what. Kind of like the post office used to be . . . rain, sleet, snow and hail. But to be honest, Weekend, sometimes I feel you're not meeting my ever-increasing needs. I know it's not your fault. But I need to see you more often than once a week, and I know that's not possible . . . you are giving all you have to give. Sigh.
But, you're here, and for now that's all that matters. I will enjoy the time we have together. And then when you're gone . . . again . . . I'll be thinking about our next tryst.