Every Saturday morning I wake up excited and enthused about the weekend. Oh, the plans I have. And because it’s the weekend, everything is going to be just for me. I’m going to write, read and take photographs. I’m going to sort through those papers, take myself out to lunch and maybe even do a bit of shopping.
In the late afternoon, I sit on the couch my living room bathed in the afternoon sun. I am a sun worshipper. I pick up a book and after reading five pages, my eyes begin to close. I am frustrated because unconsciousness is a waste of time. But my hands are cold and my feet are cold. I only want to warm them under the soft comforting embrace of my favorite blanket. What’s so bad about a Saturday nap after all?