Friday night. At least I think it’s Friday night. If it is it means a sponge bath for that what can’t bath themselves. Sometimes I hope I get to that point, when Nurse McCullough is working. Other times I pray I don’t make it another day in this antiseptic prison. Every other Friday, Fred gets his depo shot, which means lots of weeping and wailing. I think that gameshow with the bald host is on Friday nights, maybe.

Friday night.

That used to mean something. It used to mean one of the grandkids dropping by, a quick visit before a night of fun and frivolity. Before that it meant bridge night with the Jenkins, God rest their souls. I’m sure I remember it meaning waiting up late, wondering what the kids were really up to and how much it differed from what they’d told us. Evelyn would really sweat those Fridays, especially with the girls. Did Friday ever mean going out, kicking up my heels, and seeking adventure? Feels like forever ago.

Friday night. Wait, or is it Saturday?

Could be Tuesday.