Of Bears and Penguins

Sweet Friday, I could kiss you. You make me so boundlessly happy, Friday.

A brief respite in this moment. And then one more hour apart from you, my cutesy-wootsie Friday-day, as I bustle busily in the crazy Adelante newsroom.

But after, Friday, then you and I can be together dabbling our toes in the weekend.

Until of course, 6:00 p.m. tomorrow -- which is apparently the only time that a certain subject of a story can make tortillas.

Don't journalists get weekends too?

Think not of that, dear Friday, let us only be in this moment held in sweet embrace.