But weekends are a terrible time for all of those things.
Weekends are when I take longer dog walks, invite my friends over for sleepovers, steep coffee in the French press, pull my mosaic table onto the balcony and sit at it while I write.
Weekends are a great time to look at flowers, paint your toenails and eat pancakes in the middle of the day with your best friend.
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