Sometimes, you accumulate stuff to do, and the natural time to do it is the weekend, that narrow slip of time between work and work. It can be good to get lots of things done in a weekend, but you risk feeling unrested on Monday morning, wondering where the time disappeared to, time in which you might have got respite from the burden of doing things.
Why would anyone want such a weekend? And yet, many of us seem to live for it.
Labels: Weekends
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