Shh, don’t tell the others. Friday gets lauded for her weekend kickoffs, but you still must deal with the 9 to 5 grind. Sunday is for family, napping, and getting ready for the week ahead. Monday, poor Monday. She is the black sheep of the flock. Tuesday and Thursdays get lost in the shuffle and overlooked. They serve as the workweek workhorses when you close the door, put your nose to the grindstone, and get projects accomplished. Wednesday and her hump day antics are in a class by herself.
But Saturday is the day I get to define. Whether my schedule calls for a whirlwind of running errands, down and dirty chores, a backyard BBQ, or forgetting the alarm and waking with my internal clock, Saturday is ready, willing, and able to adapt. Saturday can be anything I require. She is flexible, ready for a full day of work or relaxing on the couch. And best of all, she never complains about what we do or do not have planned. Who could ask for more?
What is your favorite day?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer