I always do the house cleaning and shopping on Saturdays. Doing those things tend to be my favorite time of the week. That my sound pathetic, but it makes me happy. But then, when it's all over, it feels like it's all downhill.

I was just thinking to myself that my real weekend, the time that a weekend brings joy, is Friday about an hour before leaving work to Saturday in the late afternoon. And then it all feels mundane to me after that.