Holyhell. What day is it? Have I even done last week’s throwdown yet? I don’t think so. So friends, for the days that are 85 hours long, and the weeks that last twentyseventeen days, cut loose a bit. I don’t have a theme other than these songs make me cheerful along the way.
And even if I’m having a Friday Afternoon chair dance party by myself in the Sweary Command Center because everyone else’s day is done already, it’s still good. Except the little spider who sat and watched me for about an hour, before he dropped to the floor and made for the china cabinet, so I had to include Boris the Spider, too. There’s method to the madness. Kinda.