No, I know what a weekend is—I’m not quite as bad as the Dowager Countess from Downton Abbey. I just don’t always notice them.
Ideally, I don’t work more than 5 1/2 days a week—okay, I’ll be honest. Six. (Did I say “honest”? Six and a half, tops.) But I write for 15 minutes every day, and sitting down at the computer to do my 15 minutes on the seventh day, it’s easy to open the email or get caught up in doing just that “one more little thing” that I imagine would make my life easier in the coming week.
The spousal unit works a regular job, by which I mean on someone else’s schedule, so I try to sync up our time off but it doesn’t always happen. Occasionally I have to take a weekday off, which leaves me only that half-day of free time on the weekend. Still, we try to make the best of it.
Fortunately, I love what I do, whenever I get to do it. Happy Sunday, everyone. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to get back to work.