At the start of the weekend I often have grand plans.
Grand plans to deal with the piles of laundry, stacks of papers, clumps of cat fur.
Grand plans to exercise both days.
Grand plans to read more, see a movie, walk with friends, make headway with a knitting project.
Plans to cook enough so there will be leftovers during the week.
Plans to cross off everything on the to-do list.
To spend the morning straightening my closet and the afternoon grading papers in my classroom.
Plans to be with friends and family each evening.
Plans to read the Sunday Times and sneak in a Saturday nap.
My plans don’t account for the fact that the weekend is only 48 hours. They overlook my Friday afternoon fatigue and they pay no respect to my desire to have at least part of my weekend unplanned.
My grand weekend plans are more like lofty goals. I’ll make some of them happen. Others will just have to wait… until another weekend.