225 The Death of Saturday


I am currently laying in bed with the cat sleeping at my feet, watching infomercials for airbrush makeup. It’s my last free Saturday for 7 months. You might be saying, “Lucky you! I never have a Saturday off”, and in that respect I am lucky. But that doesn’t mean I am not clinging on to this last lazy day like my life is depending on it.

It’s time for another cup of coffee in bed, and another bad infomercial. I still have 7 hours until Andy and I have to brave a disrupted MTA schedule to make it to mid-town to see a Broadway show.

Most likely around 5 pm I will start mourning the loss of one of my favorite days.

Saturday I love you. See you in 7 months.


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