This Saturday has been a shining beacon to me all week. Its little square on the calendar was completely empty! I dared to hope that perhaps...perhaps...I would be able to sleep in. No buzzing alarm, no ringing phone, no barking dogs, no squawking guinea, no early knocking lost wedding guest trying to find Villa Antonia...I was sure it was too much to dream, but I held onto it anyway...
And, oh! what delirious JOY to crack open my eyes and see that it was 11am!
But then, immediately, a tad of depression because I knew a Saturday morning like this won't come around again for a LONG time.
I won't think about that.
Instead, I'll forcus on the fact that I've already scratched off #1 on my to-do list for today:
1. Sleep until I wake up on my own, and then lie in bed a little longer.
2. Go to the grocery store.
3. Get caught up on my screenplay lesson for this week.
What a sense of accomplishment!
Of course, there are tons of other things I need to do (clean house)...things I should do (move the VHS tapes out of boxes and onto the shelves that attacked me last week)...and things I want to do (finish The Other Boleyn Girl that I started in May), but COME ON!...when you sleep almost till noon then piddle around drinking coffee and watching Rick Steves pointing out things to do in Bath and York, there's not a lot of time left in the day.
And I already face another obstacle in getting much done (at least in the house) - it's a gorgeous day! I share this philosophy with Nathaniel Hawthorne..."I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying on the house."
So I prefer to look at it this way...I've already completed a third of the things on my list for today, and I refuse to stress out about the rest. After all, there's always tomorrow...
