My weekly day of rest

No, this isn’t a religious post.

It’s just that ever since I had bronchitis in January, I seem to have gotten into a routine (habit?) of sleeping away Saturday whether I want to or not. It sure isn’t planned. It’s like on that day of the week, no matter what I do, my body decides it’s time to shut down and rest. I’ve even tried to psyche myself into just taking it easy and watching TV or videos if I didn’t have something else planned and fallen asleep watching them. Reading works somewhat better but it has to be a truly gripping brand new read.

And the way I sleep the day away is totally unpredictable which is what truly puzzle me, I think. Sometimes I sleep late. Sometimes I go to bed early. Like in the early afternoon. Sometime I take an afternoon nap. A loooooonnnng afternoon nap. And still manging to sleep most of Saturday night.

Of course, the flip side of all this is that I have been getting a lot of reading done on Saturdays this winter. I almost dread busy warmer weather. I may have to come out of hybernation. 😀