It was a good weekend in Biffville. I achieved the perfect balance of getting things done and not doing too much.
In this modern age, even after our forefathers and foremothers fought so hard to bring us the five-day workweek, we tend to violate the spirit of that hard-won battle by filling up our weekends with chores and errands and to-do lists and must-do lists, obligations, duties, and drudgery. Now, I realize we can’t completely shirk our responsibilities on the weekend, but I do try to maintain a balance. For example, what’s wrong with taking a well-deserved nap after mowing the yard? Why not, after fixing that phantom-flushing toilet, engage in a little calligraphy or philately or toy-trainery? (It is too a word!)
Do I always follow my own advice?
No.
But, gosh darn it, I try to!
Maybe I should take up philately. I need a hobby I can stick to. Or vice versa.
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