16 April 2001
When I woke up Saturday morning, at the cat's insistence, I glanced at the clock and immediately threw myself into a slight panic because the alarm hadn't gone off. Then I caught myself, realizing that it was Saturday. I fed the cat, and went back to sleep.
I then spent the rest of Saturday thinking that it was Sunday. It was kindof nice - I'd pause in the middle of doing something for a rant about how quickly the weekend had passed, only to realize it wasn't even half over yet.
I was very busy Saturday, actually. Matt was at an Ultimate Frisbee tournament for something like six hours, and while he was gone I hard-boiled and then dyed the Easter eggs, made a lemon chess pie for Easter dinner, loaded and ran the dishwasher, put together the Easter basket and hid it, wrapped my anniversary presents to Matt, started working on the PunDay package, finished reading my book, made myself some lunch, and started making meringue kisses with the remaining two eggs.
All in all, I felt very productive, and yet very relaxed, because the weekend was only half over!
Then, before I knew it, I was flopping into bed Sunday night, completely exhausted and wondering where in heck the weekend had gone.
Which is not to say that I didn't enjoy Sunday. Matt was appropriately enthusiastic about the overladen Easter basket (after I'd finished assembling it, I discovered the basket handle wouldn't support its weight) and we had a proper Easter breakfast of assorted candy. I did some weeding in the yard, and re-planted the garden with squash and cucumber seeds. (The sprouts were well and truly dead, though I think at least two of the three tomato plants is going to make it!) We spent the afternoon munching candy in between loads of laundry, and then went over to my parents' house for dinner. Dinner was wonderful - lamb and peas and potatoes and bread, with my lemon chess pie and some ice cream to top it off.
I accidently wound up talking with my dad about work for a good half hour after dinner, eventually realized that Matt and Mom were bored stiff, spent another fifteen minutes trying to disengage, and we finally left. (Dad was being very helpful. I promised to call him back this morning, on work time, to get more information.)
So it was a good day. Just an unwarrantedly fast one. So fast, in fact, that it took away from the languid enjoyment I'd had of Saturday.
Oh, well. Them's the breaks, I guess.
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