Someone once told me Saturdays are for sleeping.
At 22 I agreed. At 38, I couldn’t disagree more.
You aren’t going to work. You aren’t going to school.
You have a few errands to do. Maybe your children have soccer games this afternoon.
Besides that, Saturdays are for seizing.
For seizing all the reading, writing, exercising, eating, fishing, gardening, painting, dancing, and lovemaking you missed during the week.
Except for sleeping.
If you’re properly alive, you will never, ever seize enough sleep.