Friday in the month was never to arrive

Be forewarned, the title is enough. What of late is the grumbling in me for which I released the world on fbook from hearing about?  There's a procedure I had done that I got to come out from as one of the rarest of them all. There was love in a blink (which be glad I felt nothing toward him). The extra work I have sought comes at a slow drip. At least we're into February. At least time is ticking away. There's coffee. I remain thoughtful.