Even though I don't really work very hard in the physical sense, and I have a good job and a good boss, great people to work with and nothing really to complain about......I still love the weekend. I don't know that it is strictly true that the worst day fishing (gardening, home improving, sewing.... insert your favorite activity) is better than the best day at work, but there is quite a bit of truth to it. I remember as a kid, waking up on Saturday just happy. No School, which made true the sister comparison that the worst day at work is better than the best day at school, and this one was strictly true. So when Saturday rolled around and I could watch cartoons for part of the morning and eat pancakes..... well, that is a great way to start the day for a kid.
I guess that not a lot has changed. I don't watch the cartoons, but do play on the computer some. Today I puttered around the kitchen after we got up. We looked at the kitchen and realized that we had let things go too far, so while Annie loaded the dishwasher and bustled around the kitchen, leaving order and cleanliness in her path, I chopped peppers, onions, tomatoes, mango and peaches and made a gallon and a half of mango-peach salsa. Ummmmm..... We chatted while we worked, and it was such a nice start to the day.
Later I did some epoxy repair on the bottom of the sailboat, and unpacked the truck from last week's trip to Lake Powell. This included setting up the tent in the back yard and making sure that none of the sand from the beach went into winter storage. All in all it was a very nice day.
That is about it. Annie went to the General Relief Society Meeting and then we watched a little of it on TV when she got back. Now it is about bedtime and a busy Day of Rest tomorrow. Well, that is fine too: Better to wear out than to rust out. Sleep well, and wake.