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Even after years of retirement, there is still a buzz of delight when I get to Friday night.

Lifelong habits and attitudes tend to dig long furrows in the brain.

Part of it has to do with the fact that we still act as though a weekend is a special time.

I can't cite chapter and verse about this but, in addition to my best Meeting of the week, Saturday is a morning in which John is off to his activities with friend Jim and I am left home alone. With Marcus of course.

There are other times when this happens. Right now, actually. He is at a movie. The Avengers.

Not my cup of tea. And it is in a theater. I have not been to a real movie theater in many years.

I have covered this before. I do not like the smell of popcorn or people I do not know sitting inches from me.

I don't like the loud sounds or the previews.

There is nothing I miss.

God bless streaming and Netflix. They took me out of the cineplex.

Saturday mornings are not usually different than others. These are old tapes playing. In fact, I have not had a 9-5, M-F job since 1963 when I got into the consulting/training business.

Sunday is another matter entirely. We have a tradition of a threesome walk on Sunday mornings. I have been showing up for this less often lately. Trouble with my feet and once a day walking with Marcus has been enough. I still have the PM shift.

But all seems well now so perhaps I will join in and re-up for Sunday AM dog walking with John. We shall see.

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