Weekend Balance

Had I written this yesterday, this would a proud post about all of the things I was able to do on Saturday.  It would be one of those --- I got up so early, look at what I did.  Well, I did get up early.  I woke up at 7:30 yesterday morning.  What did that mean?  A wonderful day full of activity and adverture.  Specifically:

• two hour drive in a prius
• breakfast bagel
• clean apartment - go elbow deep into the toilet, swiffer every room, clean mirrors and rid the apartment of spiderwebs
• laundry
• meet friend at train station (thank you Michelle for visiting Princeton!!!)
• lunch at a pub
• shopping
• 30 minute run
• hour massage
• shower and change
• movie (Iron Lady.. recommend!)
• dinner (Mediterra) with bottle of spanish white
• late night movie (dangerous liaisons) with half bottle of trader joe's red
• brush teeth, bed

What does that mean for Sunday, however, is the question:

• alarm set for 9, so can take friend to Pancake House
• oversleep
• try to find bagel and rush friend off to train
• struggle to stay awake to make 2pm haircut
• oversleep
• return from haircut, read.. feel dead tired
• launch blog (10 AM post likely an epic fail, but going with it anyway)
• debate skipping Mass
• attend Mass
• order in
• debate calling in sick tomorrow for the rest of the night...

What does that mean for Monday?

• start the week tired!!!