If you wonder where the weekend has gone, get in line buddy! Working essentially three jobs (Pharmacy Technician, Author promoter, and Author) the minutes flow like water through a leaky convertible top. (I've been reminiscing about my old convertible Geo Metro. The poor thing leaked like a sieve.)
I've tried planning every minute, wasting every minute, and I always feel like there's never enough weekend to get everything I wanted, done.
Now the good weather is starting to roll in I want to add gardener to my list. Is there a way to stretch a few more hours into the compact two-day-off system? What makes the measure of a good weekend? I think if I can answer that question conclusively I'll feel less anxious about the Monday coming at me like a freight train.