Back in the driving seat and almost got the week beat, only one more day before it's time to play at being children again, the ice-cream man has the right idea, fill the van with cornets and play Elizabethan music through the speakers

one is on the home run even though the day hasn't yet begun
or maybe it's just peculiar that I'm sitting here in the East in an old string vest waiting for the sun to rise in the West and for the kettle to boil,

anyway whichever way we choose to look at today
it still feels good to be alive and even more when the
alternative is, it could be Monday.