Although the main reason for its existence is to follow Friday, in some cases, it is the first day of the weekend.
Once upon a time, Saturday used to be a working day, you know, those days when we worked a 48 hour week. Then it became a 44 hour week and we only worked in the morning.
As time progressed, we started working 40 hour weeks and had both Saturday and Sunday off. Sunday, of course, was always a non-starter. The church made sure you were able to go to church on Sunday.
As time progressed, weekends started to begin on a Friday, with the day in question being granted by employers as a Rostered Day Off, provided you made up the time during the preceding two week period.
Now it seems the standing joke is we should work weekends, and have the week off. Odd, it hasn’t quite caught on yet.
But, as usual, I digress…
After a week that got out of control, Saturday was supposed to pull it back into some sort of shape. In a sense, it happened. I looked at that list of things I had to do, picked one and got on with it.
PI Walthenson is now about to get a second case, as intimated at the end of his first, involving not only the search for his missing father, but also the search for those who kidnapped him.
That done, I moved onto the helicopter story, otherwise titled ‘What happens after writing an action-packed start’, and I have been researching and making notes for the third section of this story, starting at episode 31, and it looks like we’re going back to Africa, and the remoter part of the Democratic Republic of Congo to rescue the two agents he failed to the first time.
And it is NaNoWriMo time, and I have to keep the writing project going, a story tentatively entitled Betrayal.
With that, there is the upkeep of the blog. I never thought maintaining material for a blog would be so hard.
Now I can say last week wasn’t a total disaster.
And, tomorrow the Maple Leafs are playing. Can’t wait.