It is the first day of spring
and snow is falling.
It’s Friday evening
and I’m too tired to care.

Friends have braved the slippery roads
and headed to the local joint
When I was young
I longed to run with the crowd
on a Friday Night.

Instead, I am home,
with things to read
and things to write
and chores to do.

I close my eyes
and try to gather strength.
I yawn
and think about bed.

Most of the chores,
the reading
and writing
can wait til tomorrow.