Working is exhausting. I love it, but I work my butt off at times.
I love the world of English, but this year I feel extra tired when it comes to getting ready. I feel the urgency of their needs and hope to meet them all.
In contrast...
I have been sleeping like a mad-man on the weekends. Each weekday I sleep for 8 hours, 7 if I am naughty and watch too many episodes of Gilmore Girls. I get much more than the average bloke, but I'd like more...
On the weekends I have been clocking in 9, 10, and last weekend 11 hours per night. Love it.
My favorite moment is waking up to the foggy Santa Maria mornings. The brown curtains protect the little bits of light that try to sneak in the room and I roll over and smile as I realize my phone, alarm clock and anything to do with the weekend are turned off.
Love it.
Weekends are great. Add a day to the weekend and I'll call it glorious.