Friday always takes the credit, and Monday gets the blame. Tuesday can’t be trusted, and Wednesday is . . . well . . . lame. Anyone who’s lived a week knows my girl Thursday is the one to claim.

We’ve been best friends forever. I love her attitude and presence. She lives on the edge of greatness—just inside the neighborhood of expectation—at the corner of nonchalance and grace.

She is my co-conspirator; we’re such a stealthy pair. Together we’re on a mission to prove deadlines are make believe, and that dreams really exist.

She is recklessly healthy, never consuming the recommended daily allowance of limitation, but getting plenty of sleep.

So, take a chance and snuggle under the covers a little longer; it’s still Thursday somewhere.