Saturday, March 6, 2010


Some Saturdays start with what could be called early plans. Errands that must be done in a timely manner, coffee with friends, getting on the road to a relative's house. Those Saturdays break the weekday routine and feel purposeful.

But some of the best Saturdays start in a delayed manner. Meaning acknowledging the time on the clock and reflecting what I'd be doing on a weekday. Then rolling over, adjusting covers, and feeling so grateful for no plans except--glorious sleep.

Once I rise coffee is savored while reading, checking blogs, gazing at decorating and gardening shows. Nothing at all like the fast-paced, kid-crammed days of teaching. I so appreciate quiet, no expectation Saturdays.

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