Today has not been long enough for all the Saturday I needed to heal myself from Monday through Friday. Tomorrow I know the pull of Monday will singe the edges of my Sunday, worries licking around the clock as it ticks its way toward bedtime. Tonight I guard every moment.
Running to School 
There is such truth in this post. I need Saturday to be many days long!
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You’ve captured that feeling of the fleeting weekend of a teacher. “…The pull of Monday will singe the edges of my Sunday” is so well put. I hope you are able to guard the precious last minutes of your Saturday!
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“singe the edges of Sunday” – WOW! What well-crafted word choice and imagery. I echo your sentiments. Saturdays are never long enough.
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You just captured my day. You also brought my YA Sundays back to me – the ticking of 60 MInutes (the new show) every Sunday forced me to reengage in the week to come. I wish you two extra hours of Sunday.
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Love this! Sundays are a balm but don’t peek around the corner!
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Beautiful imagery: “singe the edges” and “worries licking around the clock.” Great expression of what everyone feels every Sunday.
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