Write four lines of prose about: the secret key.
I've made it to the end of my first four day work week.
Which means I've made it to the beginning of my four day weekend.
Both of the above feel pretty good, though I have to admit to favoring the second at the moment.
Today went very well. The sun was shining, people were out walking and bicycling to enjoy it, and everyone seemed to be in good moods. And, as a bonus, there were no unpleasant messes to be cleaned up in any of the washrooms.
Had a blast with the bakery crew after work, enjoying a beer with some pizza, fries, nachos, and salad. And excellent company, of course. Definitely want to get together with them on a fairly regular basis.
"How did you get in here?"
"Oh, you know... I have my ways."
"You made a copy of my house key while I was napping again, didn't you?"
"Nah, man, I'm like a ninja... but, uh, don't go changing your locks for some reason, all right?"