T.G.I.F.: 5:00 Bell

That first taste of my end-of-day beer, which is always the moment when the anxiety starts to leach out of me, like sweat cooling on the skin.

Jo Ann Beard, Festival Days (Little, Brown & Company, March 16, 2021)


Photo: Elevate via Pexels

T.G.I.F.

Snow had started falling from the Illinois sky, white crystallizations of water as pure as he felt… His thoughts had slowed to a happy medium, no slower than that, not yet. He stood for a moment on the sidewalk, amid the melting snowflakes, and wished the world could just stand still.

Jonathan Franzen, Crossroads: A Novel (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, October 5, 2021)


Photos: DK @ Daybreak. 6:15 to 6:435 am, January 7, 2022. 28° F, feels like 17° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (More pictures from this morning here.)

T.G.I.F.


Source: Peanuts via Mondo Shop

TGIF: Every day when I open my eyes now…

Every day when I open my eyes now
It feels like a Saturday
Taking down from the shelf
All the parts of myself
That I packed away
If it’s love put the joy in my heart
Is it God by another name
Who’s to say how it goes
All I know is
I’m back in the world again…
It’s the only way to be

5:00 P.M. Bell!


DK @ Daybreak. 6:15 am, October 22, 2021. 60° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.

T.G.I.F.


James Curran: Swim.

5:00 P.M. Bell! Happy Hour!


Hummy in Backyard. July 30, 2021. 5:05 pm.

T.G.I.F.


Scarfolk Council

T.G.I.F.


Source: Dreaming in the Deep South

T.G.I.F.

I know enough to realize that any reprieve my body is granted is only ever temporary. The body has an expiration date, and for those of us who care enough to forge on, to race the clock, much of our life’s work has to do with keeping that date at bay with maintenance, with spit and Band-Aids and all the laughter and intimacy and love we can cram into any twenty-four-hour day.

— Gina Frangello, Blow Your House Down: A Story of Family, Feminism, and Treason (Counterpoint, April 6, 2021)


Photo: Rodney Smith (via seemoreandmore)

T.G.I.F.


Source

T.G.I.F. (…to the weekend)


@itspeteski

5:00 PM Bell!

Oh, come on. You smiled. Admit it.

 


Source: thisisnthappiness

What is Bliss?

Your stomach growls.

You head to the fridge.

Your eyes start at the top shelf and work down.

And there, THERE, sitting on the bottom shelf, is a Red Velvet Cake.

(Apparently delivered by your Daughter overnight.)

What is Bliss?

Cake.

Cake for Breakfast.

Breakfast is served!

T.G.I.F.


Source: calvin via thisisnthappiness

T.G.I.F.: 23° F feels like 13° F

 

 

T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week

Image from ...things


Source: poppin-me

T.G.I.F.: Exactly!

TGIF: Good Morning Everyone


Source: David Lynch (via Newthom)

T.G.I.F.: It’s Been A Long Week

It isn’t about peace, a quiet life, not feeling things, not experiencing things. It’s about the shit hitting the fan, and having the courage to sit with yourself, not hide, not deny–to observe the tumult from the end of the snake’s tongue.

— Samantha HarveyThe Shapeless Unease: A Year of Not Sleeping (Grove Press; May 12, 2020)


Note: Photo by NB Hunter

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