It's a long weekend in Canada this weekend, as Good Friday is a statutory holiday (although every year I wonder how much longer that's going to last) (although we do try to have a long weekend every month, here, and it doesn't seem to matter what they're called and what they're for, so, maybe we'll hang onto to it just so we won't have to come up with a new name)...where was I?
Right. Long weekend. Ergo, today was "Friday" as far as everyone was concerned (although if I intend to be away next week -- which I do -- and have a clear conscience, I'll be working tomorrow) and several people wished me a Happy Easter! upon signing off of phone conversations. The first time, I had to think about that for a moment. Is it "happy", per se? I actually had to run the story through my mind for a split second and arrive at, "Ah yes, the Easter part is happy. It's the Good Friday part that's not-so-much."
Then, for some reason, I imagined someone not familiar with the story wishing you a happy Good Friday! That would be all bad.
You'd think that, given how overloaded I am at work right now, my mind would be too busy being otherwise occupied. But no, I wander through these mazes along with arguing with lawyers.
Happy Easter, everyone! What, if anything, are your weekend plans?
I have always wondered why it is called Good Friday. I bet Jesus had a different name for it.
Long weekend here as well as both Good Friday and Easter Monday are public holidays - this makes five weeks in a row where I have four day weeks (the others are due to the recession finally biting where I work).
When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead, And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's "off with her head!" Remember what the dormouse said: "Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head