Friday Fog

Last night’s lessons hit different. One student came back from last weekend’s struggles and walked away smiling, confidence patched up and stronger than before. Another got thrown into the mix with Loretta’s horse—learning what it means to ride a whole different personality, quirks and all. That’s the real education.

Today I can breathe a little easier than yesterday. It’s Friday. I threw in an application for a new job closer to home with a salary boost that would actually make sense for the life I’m living. Why not? My current 9–5 is spreadsheets and data entry that makes me want to claw my eyes out.

Instead, I’m googling jello-shot recipes for the “White Trash Bash” birthday party tomorrow night. Pretzel cigarettes. Flannels. Neighbor’s 40th. It’s going to be a vibe.

Right now I’m in this weird twilight zone—no lessons until tomorrow morning, brain fog rolling heavy, popcorn for lunch because the groceries are gone. Working from home feels like a luxury until the fridge is empty. Then it’s survival snacks and staring at the screen.

Tomorrow, the chaos picks back up. But for now, it’s Friday. Breathing.