Saturdays mean sleeping in; then making myself some scrambled eggs on toast and reading my science magazine; then going back to bed for another hour; then walking over to the local farmer's market, buying my local groceries, and chatting with my local peeps; then going home for a little nappy; then hanging out at my favourite coffee shop for most of the afternoon – catchin up on email and drinking nice hot cups of tea; then strolling just around the corner to browse in my favourite used book store; then stopping by home to grab a bit of dinner and primp a little; then going to a show at the theatre just down the street from my apartment. Saturdays are the bee’s knees! Saturdays are good for my soul. I love Saturdays and Saturdays love me.
