The big day is here again. Pop the Champagne! Break out the old 45s. It is still summer but not for long. School is back. Books are back. Can you say Transition?

There is a summer me and a fall me. Fall me has almost taken over the operation. The barber asked me the other day what I would do after my haircut to which I replied that this is the day’s main event. She looked quizzical. I thought she would understand clearly once she retired.

I was reminded of the cartoon where an alligator slowly crawled out of the swamp with his big teeth grinning. A tiny body and spindly legs followed his massive head and beady eyes. He noted that he had been sick…

Some days are a piece of cake and you want more. Other days are liver and onions that take a lot of chewing.

As Seinfeld told us we all want to get out. Once we are out we want to get back in. Such is life. We are like Mylo who is short and must be assisted on to the couch or the chair. He pirouets jumps and dances to show his enthusiasm. When lifted up he is ecstatic. Then he wants back down.

We know what we are looking for on Happy Friday. We know where we found it before. Just let us return to our warm and comfy bed when it is over…