Open Letter to the Weekend

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.

Longingly,
Judy