Friday

You gotta love Fridays! You wake up to one and say to yourself -- I survived the week! How good is that!! (Even if the week wasn't especially troubled, we all live with schedules that are bursting at the seams and so the very fact of working our way through them deserves a great big cheer.)

This particular Friday is all good! Lovely, in fact. Partly sunny and cold, but hey -- it's November! Do you see how naked the trees are by now?






(Pepper, hoping that she has better access to treats  from this elevated position.)






For breakfast, I am once again with my two friends. And Ed.
















After, resisting the temptation to stay put in the warm embrace of the farmhouse, Diane, Barbara and I head out. You can't expect to find much color in November, but nor should you despair and give up hope for anything at all. Consider this pretty scene, in the morning light of the faremtte.






I'm amused (and delighted) that my two friends find so much pleasure in driving along the rural roads. I share this love of Wisconsin countryside with them.We pause in the little village of Paoli -- it's home to a handful of art galleries and we visit them all...






But we don't linger too long. At around noon, I have this visitor again!






And of course, in the afternoon, I pick up this little girl from school:






Can I have a peanut butter sandwich? 






(An end of the week rest...)






Evening. There is still a friend dinner (with coctails!) at Sardine...






And a later evening outing to visit friend families. But I think I'll leave you with this photo. Taken at a Paoli art gallery. So many years of hanging out together! So many good years of life!