Even though I work from home now, I’m still on weekday/weekend time, and I love Friday nights. They’re full of promise and anticipation even when I don’t have anything special planned. It still feels as if something unexpected and exciting could occur. Like meeting a stranger who turns out to be my soul mate. Or getting a brilliant idea that could completely turn my life around. Or being invited to a party where I’ll magically turn into an interesting extrovert and be asked to host my own TV show. But what I love best are Quiet Fridays. When I have a glass of wine (Ferrari-Carano fume blanc), download a new book to my Kindle (The Game of Thrones) and have one of my favorite single-people dinners (tuna salad on Saltines). Yes, I envy my friends who live in New York City, where you can just step outside your apartment and be immediately immersed in city life, crowds and culture. Where there’s always a ballet being danced, an art exhibit being opened, a happy hour on every corner. I envy that a lot. But in Fridaville, I don’t have to strive, achieve, accomplish, succeed or exceed expectations. I don’t have to wish I were living in Marfa, TX, or flying to London or catching a sold-out once-in-a-lifetime concert. I can just meet myself at the junction of Tried and True in the middle of Nowhere and sit on the porch with my wine. Sometimes it’s just enough.