It’s wrong, oh so, to wish one’s time away. To say: I cannot wait until it’s the weekend. Why isn’t it the weekend yet? Is it the weekend yet? (Answer: No. Sigh.)
I know this. Tough not to do so this week, though. Really. Tough.
And I’m not just wishing for the weekend, I’m wishing for summer.
Don’t judge me too harshly. This child of the tropics just wasn’t designed for winter.