All signs point to yes. That's my magic eightball prediction for this lucky friday. My kitty says, Ne reveillez pas le chat qui dort! (translation: go away you annoying girl I'm trying to sleep)
This was my neighbor's gate when I lived in washington, d.c. it reminds me of the robert frost poem "mending walls" "... He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.' Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: 'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it Where there are cows? But here there are no cows. Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense...."
Friday is finally here. I can almost breath a sigh of relief waiting on word whether the big job I have been working on was received by the client, as always the printer said it was delivered and the client can't find it. So another cup o'joe whilst I wait to exhale and the weekend to start!