I don't have to wake up at 4 a.m. tomorrow. I don't have to work tomorrow. I don't have to teach tomorrow. I get to drive my kids to school tomorrow, and I get to pick them up at the end of the day. And, of course, on Thursday night, my house is completely clean. There's lemon in the air, and the hardwood is swept and Swiffered.
The best thing about Thursday night is that I can crawl inside my skin and totally be myself for the next three days. I don't have to pretend to be happy if I don't feel happy. I don't have to put on a good face for anybody. That's a great gift.
Saint Marty's taking off his mask. This may not be pretty.
|Saint Marty unmasked|