I had a strange sensation this morning. I woke up and didn’t know what to do with myself.
For the past 9 months, Saturday morning was not much different than Monday through Friday. I just got up and resumed working on whatever I didn’t finish the day before. However, this Saturday morning had a very different feel to it.
It was my first Saturday that followed a work week. That means that this was my first “weekend” since early March. And I realized that I didn’t have a clue what to do with myself.
Why? Well, for as long as I can remember (and I really do mean that), when the work week ended, I have awakened with years worth of construction projects staring me in the face. EVERY Saturday was completely spoken for as far into the future as I could see.
Until this morning…
I now live in an apartment. I have nothing to fix. What do most men do?
I ended up looking for a car on the Internet. 18 MPG for 60 miles of daily driving is not a good long term financial plan.
