The best thing about Saturday morning is if you sleep past your alarm, no one cares. You don’t have to wake in a panic, scramble for your phone, make excuses or apologize to anyone. Face it, if you didn’t hear the annoying buzzer, it’s because you needed the rest. Your errands and the household chores will wait until you roll out of bed because I guarantee the house-elves won’t surprise you and finish them for you.
If you are lucky, you can parlay your late start into an excellent reason to immerse yourself in your soul-restoring solitary, creative pursuits. I have no interest in watching everyone’s favorite classic film for the umpteenth time. I have bigger plans. Besides, the movie assures me I will have an hour and a half of peace and uninterrupted me time. For those of us who are always on call, it is true bliss.
I encourage this activity and often suggest a movie with a sequel or two. Do you want popcorn? Are you sure a single bag of Airheads and Sour Patch is enough? The Root Beer is in the fridge, I made Chex Mix, and pizza and hot wings will arrive in ten minutes. Everyone settles, the show starts, and I make my escape into a fantasy world that exists only in my mind.
How do you spend your Saturdays?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer