Always, always, always I have so much trouble dragging myself out of bed during the week, and then I can hardly stay sleeping on weekend mornings. Saturdays especially.

The time alone is nice, though. I feel somehow more serene on Saturday mornings than I do at any other time of the week. Sitting here in semi-darkness, all alone, quiet outside, quiet in the rest of the building, all the rest of the weekend ahead of me. So much time before me to do as I please.