I used to like Saturdays, it was the first day of the weekend, and after working Monday through Friday, one could sleep in, have a leisurely breakfast, and then do the shopping.
Then there’s the reality.
Body clocks are dreadful, and never let you sleep in if, in fact, it’s bright daylight shining through the curtains at 5am. Blackout curtains never seem to quite work.
Shutters are marginally better.
Once awake it is difficult to get back to sleep, so you lie in bed staring at the ceiling or partake in monitoring social media.
I read the latest in the New York Times, online. Some days I wish I didn’t.
Yes, there’s always a but…
I can, at times, go through the plotline of the latest story in my head, and if it’s boring, it puts me to sleep, and if it’s not, I head to the writing room and start putting it down.
Until notifications start distracting me.
Twitter, Facebook, WordPress, Linked In, Tumblr, and Instagram.
News headlines, the world is ending, or close enough, a car accident is causing traffic delays even though I’m not going out, yet another school shooting massacre in the USA, and my crossword for the day has arrived.
Why can’t the computer make me coffee, and toast and marmalade?
From 6am to 9am shot to hell, not a word on paper, perhaps I should go back to bed.
I remember Saturdays before computers, before social media, before any of those modern distractions.
What is referred to, these days, as the good old days!