There are times when the wear and tear upon my mind and body becomes too great. I find myself just hanging on. Today is not one of those days, but the tendency is apparent with some of my clientele. They eagerly anticipate Friday’s arrival and the beginning of a nine-day holiday from school responsibilities. Some will actually want to scream with glee as they exit the building. It’s time for Mr. Whistle to appear. A quick tweet will settle down the screamers; peace will be restored; everyone leaves in a joyous frame of mind. The only hitch in the plan is that I need to buy Mr. Whistle today or tomorrow to be prepared.
Just Hanging On