Saturday Is Mostly a Day Off

Laying in bed I move my feet slowly. I stretch and stretch like Cheshire Cat waking up from his nap. Extend one ankle and twist it around and around and then do  the same for the other ankle. I roll over until I feel the cool part of the covers and then quickly I snuggle back in and sleep another 20 minutes. It's Saturday morning and I don't have to be anywhere. The wonderful thing about  a five day a week job is it produce a heightened awareness of free time. Before I worked five days a week I sometimes squandered instead of savored free time. Not any more! After 27 years of having to be up at O Dark Thirty, five days a week I have learned the art of savoring Saturday mornings like  the last chocolate in a a box of fine candy. Let it melt slowly and turn into energy to use  as I need to make the day exactly as I want to. I can do  laundry and get caught up on my housework and reacquaint myself with my home.  I can have a date with puttering around the house and yard that both feeds the homey, nesting part of me and makes the place glow with my touch. Or I can go for a hike or to the farmers market, or take a long time to cook lunch or dinner. I can wear my pajamas til 11am. I am older now and working this long you get a few aches and pains. Saturday lets my body recover. By Saturday night I will feel like a peach again, ready to enjoy Sunday and to join millions on Monday in the rat race.