I wake up as if it’s a work day. Ahead of a workday, even. I could get up and be so super productive.
On the other hand, we’ve had a cold snap and the covers feel delightful. I could just stay.
At last it’s nearly 8:00 am and I really should get up. Except there’s nothing I have to accomplish. In fact, since it’s not a workday… I could go back to sleep.
Practically every workday I wake up and fight the morning and just when I most want to go back to sleep, I have to drag myself out of bed.
But it’s a weekend, so I don’t have to do any of that! I can sleep all my body wants me to. I can wake up again when I’m refreshed. I can do whatever household stuff needs done on a schedule that suits me. In my pajamas, if I want.
So, I don’t know how your weekend is going. But mine is deeply, luxuriously lazy so far.