I was doing all those things I normally do on a Sunday night. I reached for the alarm clock to check the alarm time. Over the weekend, I set it later than during the week. During the week, I have to get up for work. On weekends, I have to get up to meet the bike club for the weekly ride. On Sunday, I need to set it back for the early (groan) wake up schedule.
Only, this time, I didn’t have to do anything. Monday is a holiday. I do not have to go to work. I do not have to wake up early to catch the bus. (and I do not have to ride the bus with a bunch of people who clearly hate Monday morning even more than I do.) I had forgotten that this was a long weekend. The realization is obviously Today’s Perfect Moment