Fried

Sometimes the day passes in fragments, freed bits of one's time, fractured, frail. And some people thank God for this unravelling. I find myself struggling to be truly thankful for it, despite being aware that it could be so much worse.

Frigid

No, this day is far from it, more humid, more impassioned than anything else; in the old days you would thank the Goddess for the day it is, for that is what Friday is all about.

Fri Fri Fri

Friday, for some reason, is always linked to fecundity and femininity. And for many reasons, it reminds me of Rene Russo. That lady is awesomely Fridayish.

But why Friday? I'm not very sure. But Rene Russo is Fridayish to me in the sense that Sandra Bullock is Saturdayish and Meryl Streep is Tuesdayish. It takes some enduring presence to be evocative enough to produce in me an association with a specific day, I think. Angelina Jolie is Thursdayish.

Hold on, now, you might say. Why this sudden onslaught of feminine energy?

Well, it's Friday, don't you know? Heh.