I love Fridays. Fridays are supposed to be “my day” in theory. Days that I try to keep clear of any type of schedule so that I can catch up in the garden, on laundry, house keep, write, paint, on and on … but I have found that for me, one day is simply not enough. And on top of that, on my one day I may have to volunteer at the gallery, or meet with a client on a side job, or work on such side job and then that one day … disappears. I fill up those one days so much that I always wind up disappointed on what I’ve caught up on knowing full well that it is impossible to fit everything in on one day.