Three-day weekends are a bad idea. I know, I know, I’m taking the minority opinion on this one, but they are! Oh sure, we all love having that extra day, we all say we’ll get stuff done with it – do our laundry, go through our filing cabinets, possibly even take a trip and spend time grilling hot dogs or baking pies with the family. And some people I am sure, actually do that. They spend the weeks ahead of time planning the weekend, buying the necessary equipment, lawn chairs, or ingredients. And I was one of these people. And what did I end up doing this weekend?
I slept.
Well, I must have, because otherwise I had a blackout experience and have no idea where the weekend went. Saturday? A blur. Sunday? Shopping then a blur of hot dogs and fireworks and vegetating. Sunday? Pretty sure I actively tried to stay in bed until noon. All of this means that I don’t get any of my weekend work done, and my blogging, which I try to do on Sunday nights, is pushed to Wednesday. Wednesday, people! So, if you could cool it with the vacations and three-day weekends that wreak havoc on my schedule, I’d appreciate it. I ask this not for me, but for you.
All incredulousness aside, I had a lovely three-day weekend, what I remember of it, and this week is going to be spent cleaning out files, and cabinets, and doing all those things I haven’t gotten around to yet J
Happy reading!