Fridays aren't the same.

This is really weird. For most of my life, I couldn't wait for it to be Friday. Fridays were always special.

Things are different now, and I don't know why.

It's not like I dread Fridays or anything; it's just that Fridays are like any other day. I find myself thinking "It's Friday", and there is no sense of elation or anything. Just another day. I don't even feel the need to attempt to skip out early. Oh, I likely will on general principles, but...

And it's not like I don't enjoy weekends, either. I really like weekends. I like staying up late and sleeping in. I like doing stuff other than work. Normal weekend stuff. That's not it.

Friday is just another day. Not sure why.

BTW, I put my flag a half-staff this morning.