Weekend?

What sometimes bugs me is the curious thing about Sunday being part of the weekend and yet being the first day of the week. It's difficult for humans to think of it as the first day of the week while thinking of it as the end of the break before another period of toil begins.

I've always thought that Sunday should be a day of preparation, a day spent in cloistered meditation or unfettered bumming-around or whatever it is that burns the last remaining toxins of the previous week away and lets you start a fresh week feeling good. But it doesn't always work that way, some people won't let it work that way, and good Sundays are sometimes hard to find.

Busy Weekend

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.