i miss you buddy on saturday, but i'm kind of glad we don't have to get up and go out in the cold rain, and i'm happysad to be warm and dry in bed on a dreary saturday thinking of you and the times of good luck you brought and we shared and still through rain and tears you bring.
the song come saturday morning that i remember from when i was young and often came to mind when i went to pick you up and i would sing it to you when we passed through the park. the song is in my head with you now. it's raining outside. we don't have to walk in it anymore and we cannot. the rain is getting heavier as i write these words.
i forgot that song was in the sterile cuckoo too and i cried in that movie. it's sad and beautiful, or beautifully sad. wow, i think i want to see it again. 1969, oh my dog what a long time it's been. sometimes it feels like i'm in a weird stasis but so much has happened and in the seeming stasis it rests and comes to life again when something causes me to remember.

come saturday morning
i'm goin' away with my friend
we'll saturday-spend till the end of the day
just i and my friend
we'll travel for miles in our saturday smiles
and then we'll move on
but we will remember long after saturday's gone
(come saturday morning, come saturday morning)