Whoever invented weekends should get a medal, and a plaque, and a million dollars, tax-free. Without Saturday, all the bad days in the week would run together. How horrible would that be?
Saturday is the only day I feel relaxed about all the obligations in my life. I've already worked five days during the week, and there's nothing more to do that couldn't have been done during regular working hours.
Even more importantly, I have no compelling reason to get up before I'm ready. I can turn the phones off the night before and keep them off until I'm ready to answer their ringing. Out here at the Fortress, I can reasonably expect not to be disturbed.
However I decide to spend my Saturday is okay. If I want to lie around and watch baseball and Olympic soccer, catch up on some reading, do some writing, and surf the Web mindlessly - that's fine. If I decide to do some laundry and water the yard, it won't be because I have to.
Sunday is okay, but it butts up too tightly against Monday morning. Saturday keeps better company, rolling out of Friday night the way it does. On Saturday, you can forget about yesterday and not worry about tomorrow.