The Eighth Day

By Courtney Pierce






I wish there were eight days in a week instead of seven: one
day to be a responsible adult and pay the bills, two days to clean the house, and then take five days to write. Marching toward retirement
changes my thinking, not so much to slow down, but to be able to do more. That dreaded age of sixty stalks me this week, a number that means upgrading to a more expensive