Saturday Morning

There's no better time to be alive than on a Saturday morning. Two full days lie before me, without a commitment in the world. I could stay home and clean, I could go to the movies, I could go take photos of woodducks. Right now the whole world is mine...

I think I want to stay home and clean the house. Old school style - windows open, music blaring, get a TON done in a day kinda cleaning.

But first I want brunch, as all lesbians do. That's risky though, having a big carb laden brunch could change my motivation for the day completely. Maybe I will just fry up some bacon and have a blt. I bought the nicest tomatos at the grocery store last night, still on the vine, red and plump. Bright red orbs of perfection.

Funny how it all comes to me as I sit here. If I didn't conciously plan my weekend I'd feel like I wasted it, I mean, the plan can be to do nothing and that's not wasting it, but there has to be some sort of decision made on my part.

Ahh. Saturday.