Wake up, think of you, go to bed, think of you. But Saturday through Sunday; The best frame of time of the entire week. Drinks, all kinds. Wine, the good water that I love, juice, beer, vodka, the occasional soda. Feel the cold from my feet, putting on socks, taking off my socks. Stuff in the corner, everywhere; mostly mine, mostly from that bag. I really don’t know how I fit all that stuff in that bag? Outings, new faces or places, vise versa. New things, old things, familiar things, always really nice things. Laying longways, or any which way because there’s always room. Most of the time: “want some water?” on both sides. The best smell in the world when that door opens. Stretching in the morning, 4-5am bed time. Sleeping the best, waking up the happiest. Early or late, rain or shine, always my favorite frame of time.