To calm down at the end of this busy week, I plan to cathect with the fresh salt air watching the sun slowly set in the west behind the Manhattan skyline neatly framed between the bridges where the Long Island Sound and East River meet. As I cerebrate on this lovely sight, far from the callithump of cases which each day sing their sassy song as they cross my desk, I may accrete a sense of profound sense of peace and say, Thank God it's Friday.