Where did you go weekend? I so clearly remember finishing work on Friday. I so clearly remember all the plans I had for the weekend. There were things to clean. There were things to organize. I was finally going to straighten out the hobby room. I was going to hang up my newly framed pictures.
The weekend had such potential. Besides all that drudgery, I had things I wanted to get out and do. While, some of them got done, not nearly enough of them did to consider this a successful weekend. I could have done so much more.
Now, here it is Sunday and all I can think about is sleep and waking up for work tomorrow. All I can think of is the bus ride to work tomorrow.