So what did I end up doing on my one-day weekend? Well, remember that my Saturday started pretty early in the morning due to my neighbor’s love of people, music, and alcohol (especially when all of these can be combined throughout the night). So before the sun was up I already had most of my household catching up done. Balanced my checkbook, rejoiced in the 35mpg I’d gotten while traveling home to see my family the previous weekend, did my dishes, and made sure Pippin’s box returned to a sanitary condition. Then, while a beautiful sunrise splashed itself over my picture windows, I sipped cocoa while sorting through two weeks’ worth of mail, paid bills, and generally took care of everything I haven’t had time to take care of for the last ten days.

This left the rest of my Saturday free for power relaxation. That’s right, I intended to do whatever would be the relaxing and satisfying enough to make one day feel like a whole weekend. So I started at the top of my stack of library videos by popping in Brideshead Revisited and watched the first three episodes of that, then I took a break to watch Top Chef on TV, then came a Poirot mystery and then the final three episodes of season 4 of the Sopranos. If you’re counting, that means that I put in 9 hours of TV/movie watching yesterday!

But, fear not. I was not a complete lump. During this time I also battled Blogger over whether or not I’d be allowed to publish the posts I’d written, wrote quite a bit, caught up on my blog reading, caught up on my email, called my mom, called my sister, talked to my co-worker, and doubled my progress on the sweater that I’m knitting.

So that was yesterday. And today was the wonderful, glorious, luscious end of daylight savings. I’ve been a little bit early to everything today even though I feel like I’m taking everything very slowly. The sun was up as I drove to church, and I got home in plenty of time to do my laundry and knit before work.

We just won’t mention that the “knitting” that I did today was actually “un-knitting.” I’ve decided that my sweater was too big, and I’d misunderstood some of the directions, so I took the whole thing out and started over. Funny how it’s taken my two weekends to get six or seven inches knitted, but it only took me twenty minutes to unravel it all and wind the yarn back into balls.

Pippin loves this game…