No More Lego

Friday. The weekend. All the possibilities of the unknown. The actual exact opposite of the Monday to come. Pockets are jiggling. Crack of the pool balls. You know the score. There were times when this upcoming feeling of freedom, release and exploration was really all that I lived for. Now, as I mellow, I am tempted to do things I used to think blasphemous. Watch TV. Go to bed early.
And even the chance for that fun flirtation with someone new, beautiful and intriguing doesn’t have the magnetic pull out into the streets and the situations as it used to.
Hummm. Wait. Now that I think about it, it might be time for good old Rexy to get out there and bump into the world some more. Boogie and yabber. And test the flow of all that is Chaotic.