It’s the only morning of the week in which a set alarm clock does not wake me up. During the work week it wakes me up at precisely 5:15 AM. On Sundays it does so at 6:30 AM. On Saturdays I get to sleep in, and lately (especially) I’ve been taking full advantage of this once-in-a-week opportunity.
This morning I recall waking up (for the first time) at 4:20 AM. When I quickly identified the time as ‘4:20 AM’ I just as quickly went back to sleep. I proceeded to sleep right through my normal wake up times for the other 6 days of the week, and I finally awoke (for good) at 7:47 AM. I just laid there in bed for about 10 minutes as I planned out my upcoming day. It was right then and there that I decided to not go anywhere at all today. I walked in to my home just before 3:30 PM yesterday (Friday) afternoon, and I don’t plan to walk out of it again until just before 7:30 AM tomorrow (Sunday) morning. I’ll be enjoying the comfort of my home sweet home en Homestead for 40 continuous hours. It’s just me and my home. Home is where my heart is.
Most people I know don’t spend nearly enough time in their home. They are always out and about and on the go. They rarely take ‘personal time’ away from it all. They are sort of like zombies. All work. All action. No play. No rest.
That will not be me (today anyway). My shenanigans on a Saturday would be considered to be extremely lame for many, but it works on so many levels for me. I am so much busier in 2008 than in any other previous year in my entire life. Today I am taking a day off from the rest of the world. I am recharging my batteries. I am getting refreshed. I am enjoying this home of mine. It’s got everything that I need. It’s where I belong today. It’s where I need to be.
I’ll be back outside and on-the-go tomorrow (Sunday). Catch me then (if you can).
