When the Clock Strikes Friday

It was 6:00 pm on a Thursday, the last slice of pizza still warm on my plate, and the calendar marked a Saturday in bold. I had a list of five things I wanted to do: a hike, a museum visit, a craft beer tasting, a live music show, and a spontaneous road trip to the coast.

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