Sometimes, even when you have plans, you wake up on Saturday morning and decide you just want to stay at home, stay in bed, sit on the patio and drink tea, read a book, binge on a Series, do nothing else. You don't care there are no groceries, as long as there's milk for tea and food for the dogs, you can make do with that leftover in the freezer, that rye cracker that is no longer crisp, that apple you were going to feed the birds. Then on Sunday, what the hell, you enjoyed Saturday so much you do it again and it turns out to be a pretty fine weekend, best one you've had in a long time. home sweet home.
