For nearly every day of the week, the 6pm hour is completely ordinary. Its a gateway to the usual tasks of a pedestrian weeknight evening; its a threshold that leads you only to laundry, cleaning, class work or maybe a few of your favorite shows. (Well, from time to time, we all throw a night out on the town in there.)
But the 6pm hour on Friday is different. 6pm on Friday is a high-speed on-ramp to over 60 hours of complete freedom. Each and every week, somewhere in this exact time frame, my expectations for the weekend take root. A few ideas germinate, and by the time 7pm rolls around, activity has already begun to blossom.
I've got some Tall Orders for this weekend. As I drove home after work, my first thought was, "Do I have enough butter to get through the weekend?" Don't let that be cause for concern; I harbor no secret food fetishes. Rather, I've got biscotti, cookies and maybe even some fresh pasta on my agenda for the weekend. I've also got a Tall Order for a long run on Saturday. And a long nap following my long run. But first comes a night out on the town Friday night, and the opportunity to sleep in the next morning.
The 60 minutes from 6 to 7pm on Friday are my favorite part of the weekend. They're a Tall Order all their own, where the potential of the weekend itself eclipses the sum of all of the activities I'll undertake.
Have you got a Tall Order for the weekend? I'll let you know how mine turn out....
ps- don't use margarine in your baking. go for the real thing.