The future is no longer bleak. We made it through another week.Wednesday, I wouldn't bet this way.And yet, tomorrow's Saturday.Two days to rest and recoup.Time for salads and for soup.That was a joke, people. Time for pizza and sundaes.A lot of meetings passed me by.I went to them all, and did not cry.I learned a lot and stored it away. It's all forgotten by next Monday.

I would like a poem or two.Is that something you can do? Yes, I can write you a poem.Pay me now, or you will owe 'em.