There is often a point in the evening when associations get loose and sometimes even free. On Friday night Louise was sitting across from us wearing her brown Luna t-shirt and talking about the end-of-the-working-week sensation. I said something contrary like, “it’s really just another night” and I think she said, “that’s oldsome.” (like a seasoned “awesome”) I may have heard this wrong but I thought it was brilliant. I feel like I am in that sweet spot, just daffy enough to have a sense of well being, not able to clearly hear as well as I used to and easily astonished but not so easily shaken. Oldsome!
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I don’t think it has anything to do with age. The concept of a weekend is fading. I still work and I just spent five days in Puerto Rico. My work continued seamlessly as far as my presence goes. I was on top of what’s going on and my clients could care less where I am. If you’re a kid, jobs are hard to find and you just assume you’ll work weekends if you get one. I think nine to five is starting to fade. Hope so.