The weekend

The weekend is a strange thing. We can't wait for it to get here and then we don't know what to do with it and then it is over too fast and we start all over again. My favorite weekend is one with no plans, nothing, nada, and I can stay in my lounging pants from Friday at 5:05 p.m. until Monday morning when I shower to go back to work. Ah, enjoying something so simple.